ON THE GROWTH OF THE CLAN

ON THE GROWTH OF THE CLAN    4/07

Listen my children as I begin

To tell of a party for the birth of a twin

This family loves to celebrate,

And bond in joy and drink and lick the plate.

We chatter and chatter and make a din

Happily wax and fill the space therein

So ruminate and meditate

And applaud the great gestate.

 

Oh yes, and another bit for the head to spin,

‘twas one of our twins did conceive a twin.

So standup and cheer and say it’s great,

That mother and sister too we host this date

 

Though both joys are belated,

They shall be celebrated.

We shall be animated; it is quite feted

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