I am a baby girl for mum and dad

I am a baby girl for mum and dad
Toiling hard for some hefty wad
Calm and composed but mostly mad

By the waters or over the sedge
Seasons have their sullenly edge
between my moods a surely wedge

he’s been around for a year or more
finding time amid work and chore
speaks so glibly of tale and lore

Oh! I need to do my girly bit
He’ll surely run if I let him hit
Let him be for picking some nit

Days and nights are whizzing past
Don’t bear when we were online last
But it seems for him the die is cast..