All across America babies are birthing tonight,
(And old folks are dying).
A mighty wave of life undulates across the land.
That little tyke born today on the midwest plains,
Will be President of the United States someday,
Leader of this land.
No one knows it now—or even suspects it.
That girl baby from Dakota
Will become an honored singer.
The boy child from Minnesota
Will win a Nobel prize.
Those new-born Texas twins will become,
One a senator and the other a college president.
A million babies, restless in their cribs this moment,
Will become the leaders
Of art and science and government and industry,
All across this land.
Old leaders are passing,
New ones are birthing.
America is a procession of life.