Baby cracks on a bay egg
Settled safely under Mother Hen
In a red-stone ranch not far from here
If you want to run with the lions
That I know you so admire
And have the mightiest roar
That shakes the zebra to its core
You must be brave,
My child
If you want to have the tabby cat’s antics
That leave claw marks and curtain nicks
In the bustling city centre
You must learn to laugh,
My child
If you want to take a penguin’s dive
And freeze to death to know you’re alive
You must hold your breath,
My child
All this and more become a baby’s first steps
Into the arms of a mother well out of her depth
On that same red-stone ranch where you never learned to dance.