Frankinsince and Mir

Frankincense and Mir Just before birth his mother felt compelled, And soon some Frankincense she smelled, In her room, Like a tomb; And against nature she had really rebelled. At first, she seriously started to shiver; Then a magic miracle soon did deliver; God would exalt; It was His fault; Was glad of life God had been the giver. So for baby to breath were sure to spank; Father said they should name him Frank; Very interesting, To be digesting; Had closed eyes and into deep sleep sank. Son Frank soon whizzed by in a big blur, We knew that short for miracle was Mir; Did carefully stir; Constant cure; Did decide name Frank we could endure. So we alertly kept control of all arson, And used it to light candles for our son; Christmas bells rang; Stirring songs sang; Wrote more poems that should be spun. Jim Horn