God bless the child, they’ve called him Louis.

It’s tough to rhyme; we can’t do ‘gooey’.

We have to try, he’s fifth in line;

The Poet Laureate’s pushed for time.

 

So here’s a short and simple verse

To celebrate the new Royal birth.

Three cheers, hip, hip; hip, hip hurray

A baby born St. George’s Day.

 

He shares his birthday with the bard

We’ll write a poem though it’s hard.

Hurray, hurray another Prince

We don’t mind his name sounds French.