Your sweet slumber in the womb is broken,
Your little world of comfort is shaken,
You hear from the voice above, 'Come out chap, its Time! '
Days, months and ‘a' year pass,
Wishes, gifts are poured amass,
You light the candle, for the first Time!
Eating, jumping, playing, dancing,
This is what you do since morning,
But now and then Mamma says, 'Stop baby, it's sleeping Time! '
Books, bag, pen and pencils,
Take the place of toys and utensils,
Every morning Mamma says, 'Get up baby, its school Time! '
Days, months and ...