(to the tune of Waltzing Matilda)
Once a jolly woman sang aloud her own song,
After eating from the knowledge tree,
And she sang as she mused and waited ’til her baby birthed,
My body, my baby, my choices are free
Informed and Supported, informed and Supported
My body, my baby, my choices are free
And she sang as she mused and waited ’til her baby birthed,
My body, my baby, my choices are free
Along came a downer to interrupt her glory song,
Up jumped the woman and singing louder with glee,
And she sang as she stopped that downer in their attempts to drag,
My body, my baby, my choices are free
Informed and Supported, informed and Supported
My body, my baby, my choices are free
And she sang as she mused and waited ’til her baby birthed,
My body, my baby, my choices are free
Down came the self appointed grandures, one, two, three,
she stood her ground, backed by solid evidence
My body, my baby, my choices are free
Informed and Supported, informed and Supported
My body, my baby, my choices are free
And she sang as she mused and waited ’til her baby birthed,
My body, my baby, my choices are free
And she did so magnificently
And her story may be heard if you seek a strong birthing song,
My body, my baby, my choices are free
Informed and Supported, informed and Supported
My body, my baby, my choices are free
And she sang as she mused and waited ’til her baby birthed,
My body, my baby, my choices are free
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