You poor, poor being
How you were thrown
Into the arms of the unknown
Her first born, your mother was seeing
So small, so wet, so precious
Not knowing what to do
Everything was so new
She took you in her arms with a promise
No harm will succumb to her first little son
No dirt will he know
Not even on his toe
I won't take a chance with one toxin
True to her word
Much to your chagrin
Again and again
She washed and she wiped Northward and Southward