Welcome
to the world, young, Master Rubin -
A telephone call in the early morn
Told us a baby boy was born
A grandson, for us, a third generation
After nine long months of gestation
Looking just like his dad, a beautiful boy
To stay inside mummy was his ploy
But I’m sure he’ll love the world out here
With a mummy and daddy who’ll hold him dear
What a lucky lad this boy will be
Much loved by his large family
