Flying out of the traps you came, tiny bundle of energy Chip off the old block they say What you lack in common sense, you make up with ebullience Transforming the mundane events A perfect balance Tantrums and tidal waves Blissful and baby faced Little one, before you came along I was feeling indigo Would not have thought a month ago… Flying out of the holding bay, to the arms of a nobody Barely independent, say, even with the first few greys A perfect balance Tantrums and tidal waves Blissful and baby faced Little one, before you came along I was feeling indigo Would not have thought a month ago I could love a tiny bundle of tidal waves as much You should know you've made a vast improvement, Evangaline, a vast improvement