It is a hopeless exercise To find out why the baby cries He isn't hungry, sick or cold His diaper isn't wet, I'm told No reason for the shrieking call The sky is not about to fall I try to guess what is my fault Which leads to this verbal assault Unending howling, sobbing bouts Fill my mind with troubling doubts I pray with depressing anxiety: "Kindly intervene, Almighty!" If luckily, he drifts to sleep With gratitude, I start to weep His rare silence pounds the ears With echoes of piercing fears Eases on his screaming throttle Only to nourish on his bottle, Causing, by chance, a moment's bliss: He feeds and cries from one orifice!
