I think you might be surprised he said.
To his current girlfriend with hair of red.
The four brothers I told you of, you see,
Are very very very much like me.
We are quintuplets, the five of us.
Sue smiled up at her boyfriend Gus.
I am a sextuplet, she said with a grin.
They called off their relationship right there and then.
Let us all do the quadruplet dance.
Shake. Wiggle. Wiggle. Shake.
Throw up those arms and legs.
Not at the same time obviously.
Dervish dancing, a lively prance.
Nodding your head.
Changing things rapidly up.
Quintuplet frenzy.
Shake. Wiggle. Shake. Wiggle. Shake.
You might win the cup
Mother of Multiples.
How lucky are you?
To get more than one baby.
Often more than two.
Sextuplet boogie.
You’re kidding me now.
Multiples are fun.
Come let me show you how.
A one and a two. Shake. Shake. Shake.
Quads, quints, triplets and twins.
Come dance with me.
But don’t step on my fins.
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