Hey ya-ya! Hey ya-ya! ‘
baby daughter calls to me
the only one of my little squirts
that spoke first directly to me
Standing in the crib
her chin upon the rail
‘Hey ya-ya! Hey ya-ya! ‘
once again she wails
and then upon the early dawn
I rise and lift her in my arms
put her down next to my belly
as her little head is lifting
John Lambremont, Sr.