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She's Having a Baby
Not long ago she was a child
Born in the winter and not one mild
A snow stormed night would bring to light
A blessed child, mom's pure delight
She would be named, Desiree
Precious creation all eyes would see
Loved by many this child would grow
Become the Nurse today some know
Years would pass where her two feet
Would be swept off, Carlos she'd meet
Prince charming hers, father to one
Her first, Gods gift, baby boy son
So grab your hat and purse and come
To celebrate her ovens bun
Whose birth will shake and keep awake
These two parents who'll need a break
Whaaaaa!... Whaaaaa!...
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