From Many, One -- E Pluribus Unum

Forced by angry Esau to leave home Jacob had no choice, so he ran To his mother's brother in Haran The sun set quickly that afternoon So Jacob set twelve stones by his head And lay down to sleep, the ground as his bed In the morn, twelve stones had turned into one Momentarily perplexed and stunned Jacob sought meaning in what had been done... Twelve sons would he sire in Haran Each one a gem on his own Together, they'd form a happy home