Martha Mae

Martha Mae Pretty and gay Loved to sew So, her husband to-be Stacked onesies in a row But it came not to pass, you see For he soon discovered her strange addiction To keep from being bored She began to hoard Children, permanent babysitting, or abduction He couldn’t give her a child of their own So Martha Mae took a few out on loan! One became two, and two became four And soon dozens and dozens more He would beg and plead “Martha, let a few leave!” For she had so many children It took the whole church to seat them! He worried and fretted Cause he aided and abetted But George, you need no attorney When you’re raising your own army! Steadfast was she “So mote it be,” said he to me “My fortunate son, But just today She brought home another one And I fainted dead away!”