2 lb

Two pounds Was all you weighed On our lonesome First birthday You come out To a crowded room You must've figured That you come out too soon Hairless in the waxing moon Two pounds But you couldn't wait So your heart stopped responding And you picked a date Pre-me For a minute there You must've wondered Am I alone out here Steaming in the evening air You were signed for Caesar's way What's 'et tu' you, Miss Brute You were two pounds And I weighed three Yes your emergence was an emergency To know you, it had to be