Do not despair my dear son
Shine bright like the patient sun
Stolidly day in and day out
This is your seed
Your seed in need
Of the succour of a happier day
Of a home that is always gay
Do not stifle that cry my beloved daughter
It was meant to flow like water
From the pregnant sky
From the flooded eye
The seedling shall slither
Out of the hard ground frail
A spank and a wail
Tears of joy
Is it a girl or a boy?
Or more sobs
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