Some folks pray for a boy,
and some for a golden-haired little girl to come.
Some claim to think there is more joy wrapped up in the smile of a little boy,
While others pretend that the silky curls
and plump pink cheeks of the little girls
bring more bliss to the old home place
than a small boy's queer little freckled face.
Now which is better, I couldn't say
If the Lord should ask me to choose today;
If he should put in a call for me
And say, "Now what shall your order be,
a boy or girl? I have both in story--
Which of the two are you waiting for?"
I'd say with my broadest grin,
"Send either one, if it can't be twins."
I've heard it said, to some people's shame,
They cried with grief when a small boy came,
For they wanted a girl.
And some folks I know who wanted a boy just took on so when a girl was sent.
But it seems to me that mothers and fathers should happy be to think,
when the stork has come and gone,
That the Lord would trust them with either one.
Boy or girl?
There can be no choice.
There's something lovely in either voice.
And all that I ask of the Lord to do
Is to see that the mother comes safely through
And guard the baby and have it well,
With a perfect form and a healthy yell,
And a pair of eyes and a shock of hair.
Then, boy or girl, its dad won't care.
~Edgar Guest
