He came one Monday Night
All white and purple and gooey
He had so much hair
He sort of looked like Chewie.
We looked outside to see the snow
And then back again inside
Some strange wind blew out there
Creating this wonderful child
Not expecting him so soon
The doctor gave us voice.
With Caesar as our guide
We marvelled at our choice.
We find in him new hope and life
As we age inside our skin.
But exercise is sure
As we try to keep up with him.
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