Abortion poem

What am I mummy, pale and small,
Knees I now have, so that one day I can crawl.
Feet are to come, legs are here,
Ears, nose, ohh dear!
How do I work all theses wonderful gifts?
Plenty more to come, none to miss,
Heads now rounder, toes pop out,
Mummy I'm so happy I could shout!
Eyes now open, everything is dark,
Creatures and goblins will one-day lark
For these are in stories that one-day ill hear
Ohh please mummy don't leave me here.
Three months today, ill make a wish,
Hold me in your arms and give me a kiss,
Wipe away your tears, for I'm nearly home,
Cuddle me mum, oh, here comes my…