I wonder what sort of child we’ll make

I wonder what sort of child we’ll make.
Will he be clumsy and good for good’s sake?
Will she be clever and write on the walls?
Will he hate mushrooms and long telephone calls?
Will she greet every stranger she meets?
Who’ll be the one to quicken his heart beats?
Will she pick up her clothes from the floor?
Will he have respect for the law?
I wonder what sort of child we’ll get,
our little bundle of karma and kismet.