There comes a time 
When you have to lose the cable
To remove the conduit together with its label
You unplug the wire and become wireless

When that time comes
You start to dress and address
You crawl and roam, you suck your thumbs
Your cord is cut you become cordless

When you lose the placenta
Into the world you enter
You get connected to family and toys
Both girls and boys

When the umbilical is gone
The baby has been born
The mouth will link the infant to the source
The eyes to the course

After the fiber is terminated
You get a belly button
One you can't switch on
A navel you can't feed on

When you go wireless
You make progress.
You are like a Wi-Fi, a hot-spot success
A baby hot off the press