LITTLE ANDY I

Hi there, Mr. God.
It's me, little Andy, again.
I'm really worried
About a gift You're gonna send.

Mommy says were 'spect'n.
It's something about a new baby.
I don't know as I will like that.
What if they love her more then me, maybe?

They say I'll be a big brother, now,
And I'll need to help a lot, o great!
Mr. God, will it be alright?
Do you think they will still love me?

I'm really scared; don't want to change.
I like things just like they are.
And, mommy says, with the baby coming,
We can't buy our new car.

Why is that Mr. God?
Will the baby hurt the car or somthun'?
I seen a baby, yesterday,
And it didn't look like much fun.

What they saw in it I sure don't know.
Why, he couldn't walk or anything, but spit up,
And, when he smiled, his teeth didn't show.

Mommy and Daddy are happy.
They smile and talk about little girl names.
Now, Mr. God, do I have to share my toys
With her and play girlie games?

Mommy says she's a gift from You
Is that true Mister God
Is she my present, too?

Well, Mr. God, I gotta go.
I sure hope she won't cry a lot and stuff.
Maybe you can make her nice
And help me love her, just enough.

Mommy and Daddy says the baby
Is an answer to a prayer and wish.
Next time, Mr. God, please ~
I would rather have a new goldfish!

Thanks anyway.
Tell Jesus 'hi' for me.
I love ya' all.
Good night, from little Andy.