The Facts of Life
According to Lucy Charlene Lull

We need a new Boo Pie!
The pollywogs are frogs—
Two of each, boys and girls,
And one sweet, freckled dog.

How can we get new ones?
I asked my mother, “How?”
She said the stork brings them.
I rolled my eyes, “Oh, wow!”

She was making this up—
I am not a setter—
Then she tried cabbage leaves.
That wasn’t much better.

I gave her the stink eye,
And she tried one more time.
A seed in the tummy,
No bigger than a dime.

Is this the best she has?
A story about seeds?
Her garden has flowers
And lots of ugly weeds.

You can’t fool a Springer;
I’m as smart as a whip.
Now— facts about babies
Coming straight from my lips.

God walks around Heaven,
Looking for volunteers.
Four legs are not allowed,
Neither are floppy ears.

God picks out the colors
Of the eyes, fur, and parts,
Tucks the baby inside
Under the mommy’s heart.

The baby grows and squirms,
Snuggles, hiccups and swims,
Rolls around, sings and dreams,
Becomes a her or him.

Am I an aunt or uncle?
I’ll find out in two weeks.
Unlike everyone else,
Rachel didn’t want to peek.