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!”
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