It's very dark here, I can't see a thing,
I'm very cosy and warm,
I can't hear that much,
Things are muffled and low,
But I'm sure I hear somebody sing?

The next day I hear that singing once more,
Somewhat stronger,
Yet so very soft,
I close my eyes and fall asleep,
So warm and I feel so secure.

When I awake, I Start to open my eyes,
I can just about see
Something move,
This must be my arm, at the end is my hand,
How amazing! Oh what a surprise .

My eyes readjust.  What's that over there?
I see something else starting to move,
It must be my legs,
With my feet and my toes,
So amazing! I do nothing but stare.

I wonder who has that beautiful voice?
Sending me to sleep everyday,
I need to stretch out,
Get more comfortable,
Coz that singing just makes me rejoice.

I'm growing quite big now,
Getting quite cramped,
How I'd love to move about and stretch,
That singing has now turned into screams,
I need to make it stop! But how?

"Just one more push and here's your little one,"
I hear somebody shout very loud,
It's getting so bright,
I let out a squeal,
My warm little home has all gone.

Now I am snuggled, I'm hearing a hum,
It's that singing,
The song that I loved.
I wonder who sings it, I just love that voice,
I look up, and realise it's mum.