When you're waiting on a baby
Don't ask "how are you?"
You just might end up
With a head full of stew.
Don't ask "can I help"
Or "where does this go?"
"I'll do it myself"
With heavy sigh she might throw.
It's hard to find balance
Between too much and enough
When you're trying to be a helper
You need to be made of thick stuff.
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