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| The Kindred Tree © 1996 BY: Gael MacGregor Said I one night to my husband, "Dear, Don't talk to me or come too near. My nerves are gone, my patience frayed; 'Twas not one of my better days." Says he, "Lass, what's come over you? It's not like you have work to do. You stay at home both night and day, And with the babies sing and play." It would pare down the kindred tree If Mother Nature did decree that Men would have babies one and three; then There'd only be two in each family. "Play?!?" says I, "What do you mean? Who is it you think cooks and cleans, And bears the babies once a year? Last time I looked, 'twasn't you m'dear." It would pare down the kindred tree If Mother Nature did decree that Men would have babies one and three; then There'd only be two in each family. We made a wager he thought he'd win, He'd take my place…and like most men, He lasted nary half a day, then begged Me, "Come home right away." It would pare down the kindred tree If Mother Nature did decree that Men would have babies one and three; then There'd only be two in each family. So, men, when your woman's tired and cold, Just say, "Yes, dear," and don't be bold; If you don't want to come home to a wife, With a frying pan and a carving knife. It would pare down the kindred tree If Mother Nature did decree that Men would have babies one and three; then There'd only be two in each family. |
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| Love and Death W.B.Yeats - Behold the flashing waters A cloven dancing jet, That from the milk-white marble For ever foam and fret; Far off in drowsy valleys Where the meadow saffrons blow, The feet of summer dabble In their coiling calm and slow. The banks are worn forever By a people sadly gay: A Titan with loud laughter, Made them of fire clay. Go ask the springing flowers, And the flowing air above, What are the twin-born waters, And they'll answer Death and Love. |
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