Baban Bach (Little Baby) Poem by Jak Black

We long to meet you, little pal.
The month of June is nigh.
A precious bundle born of love.
That, no-one can deny.

Your dad stands tall, honest, strong.
Your mum bonnie and bright.
You'll soon be held in loving arms,
Cradled with delight.

So rest awhile dear baban bach,
Warmly cushioned in the womb.
Patiently we'll wait for thee,
Not quite your time to bloom.

The easel awaits it's canvass,
Your creators artists be.
Measured brushstrokes fructify
A stirring bel esprit.