The Birth of a Girl the Birth of a Boy
In a forest a girl was born
A girl born oh so poor
This girl then caused this world now torn
Her birth opens a sore
But we do not now this girl mourn
She was left some money
A thrifty woman not to scorn
Then a taste of honey
She met a man she was forlorn
Bore a son Alois
Unwed and aging, no ring worn
No ring, so still a Miss.
Her bastard son none could be warned
When his mother did wed
He gave a name the world did scorn
A name that all wished dead
If his mother knew what was born
Hitler the name we know
I wonder would she have been torn?
To give him birth, or no.
© 09/01/2013 ~GG~
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Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2013
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