The funeral was over, we went back
To spend a bit of time at Harry's house,
We had some tea and coffee and a snack,
We whispered, tip-toed silent as a mouse,
But, meanwhile, upstairs things were going on,
We heard a lot of scuffling and a yell,
I looked across the room at Uncle John
And he was quite excited, I could tell.
We sat in silence, not sure what to do,
We couldn't look each other in the eye.
Then, as the unaccounted tension grew,
We heard from up above - a baby cry.
The midwife popped her head in - "It's a boy!"
And suddenly a day of sadness turned to joy.