Sleepy eyes and dozy sighs,

The clock strikes three when I awake,

Soft murmurs turn into disquiet cries

And pleas my heart cannot forsake

The little bundle frets, distressed

As I rest her gently on my breast,

I must have missed the feeding cues

As she now stiffens with red hues

Froggy legs and sparkling eyes,

My baby sleeps, my baby cries

And when she graces me her smile

My worries melt for a long while

Her eyes squint, her nose twinkles

Her mouth open in a toothless grin,

Ah, how her light my darkness crinkles

And lifts my ever-drooping chin

A restless battle then ensues,

As little fists dart up and down

Awake fights sleep and often wins,

Her legs bend at every sound

Morning light creeps through the door,

Dorothy betwixt less sleep and more,

Oh, come to our bed, you’ll fit just fine,

No room for us now, rise and shine!