A cold night in June.

I was born on a cold night in June,
It was a dark night for there was no moon,
With a cry I announced my presence in this doom,
I calmed down when I heard my mother's humming tune,
People rushed in and suddenly happiness filled the entire room,
There was no cake and certainly there were no balloons,
My life had begun, as I would find out soon,
It all began on a cold night in June.