i was sitting enjoying my dish
when i saw my niece walking
she's so happy talking to her
telling stories when she's due
keep saying it would be surprise
but i feel it would be girl again
she came to my table i give her hug
she let me touch her bellyfull babe
i guess sleeping or scared of me
she said five weeks she'll come
i wish her it would be fourth of july
so it will be celebration every time
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