ODE TO THE BELLY
Oh belly, oh belly, oh belly of mine
It is there in the morning, it is there when I dine.
It is there when awake and there when asleep.
But ever a complaint? – No, not one peep!
Well maybe a few, just one, two or three
Who could help but feel sorry for “little” old me.
This belly is large. It is heavy and round.
So when I am down, I can’t get off the ground.
It however is sure, quite soon to be gone.
All around me rejoicing you can count on.
Cause after the baby I’m sure to be fine,
With that thin, oh so skinny, belly of mine.
