Waaaay
Back when thoughts of labour
Were still kinda far…
Back when I was still a-grappling
With the notion of being a
Momma
Mom-mom-mom-mom-momma

FertilityFriend
She thought the least  I could do
Was to get some sort of prep
By enrolling for pre-natal yoga
Y-O-G-A-yoga
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yogaaaa…

[Cue guitar riff]

Now, I’m really not a hippie
And I didn’t understand
How I could get much exercisin’
Just by raising my hand
And breathing
Yoga!
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yoga

But this much was kinda obvious
As you probably know
When it comes to psycho-motor skills
I’m rather “unco”
Oh my yoga
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yoga!
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yogaaaa!

[Another fancy guitar riff]

I turn left at “right”
I breathe out at “in”
I can’t meditate
‘Cos I fall asleep instead
But I’ll ne’er forget what teacher said

She said, “Look, birth is natural.
We are well-designed.
The trick is trusting that your body knows
More than your mind
Oh my yoga
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yoga!”

And it’s comforting to hear
(Though it might seem dinky-dong)
Still, I’ll be going for my yoga
All pregnancy long
Oh my yoga
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yoga!

Yoga!
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yoga!
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yoga!

Yoga!
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yoga!
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yoga!