You think you’re a parent
    But you slink to the side.
While your child is wailing,
    You just want to hide.
Real parents get happy,
    And filled up with mirth,
Every time that there’s tears—
    From the kid—after birth.
It should recharge your strength,
    When their eyes become wetter,
You should laugh when they cry,
    I bet you’ll feel better.
When needles get prickly,
    You should giggle with glee…
Lest I’m bad at advice,
    Then don’t listen to me…