Ode to my BabyHawkcom
The ring sling and I had a torrid affair.
It held my newborn close, and its price was so fair.
As my son grew, we moved to the Bjorn.
Though now I know better and view it with some scorn.
But something was missing, that much I knew.
My carrier seeking days had been filled with much strife.
Until that beautiful day when you came into my life.
I had finally found a carrier that rocked.
Adorned in red skulls, I love you, BabyHawk.