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In nineteen hundred and forty-four a baby girl was born
In pretty pink and purple pastels this babe did they adorn,
They dressed her in lovely, lacy, dainty, and delicate gowns
And pictured her a princess fair with jewels and gems and crowns.
When she was barely even one, she claimed a baby brother
A perfect match, a duke for dad, a duchess for the mother
The future prince and princess loved and laughed and giggled and cooed.
While parents watched in wonder, and magic plans, of kingdoms brewed
When she was three and he was two, in nineteen hundred forty-six
The mom brought forth another son into this perfect sibling mix,
The princess played the part of mom and the prince he played the dad
And kingdom dreams began to turn to common families glad.
In nineteen hundred forty-seven, another son arrived
The ratio was three to one, the princess pouted, felt deprived.
She prayed for a sister; for almost a year, she prayed that prayer
But got instead a boisterous brother, much to her despair.
Her mom delivered another boy in nineteen forty-eight
One lonely lily in a pond full of frogs. She knew her fate.
She gave up her Mary Janes, for Keds and petticoats for jeans,
She joined the rowdy boys, in wrestling and fighting like marines.
Four years came and four years went but in the year that she turned eight,
Mother said, “To my surprise, you may yet get a sister mate.”
The mother, the girl’s best friend, was great with yet another child
And when she bore another son, her daughter was bitter riled.
Her mother said, “Child, don’t be stressed, ‘cause you are most surely blessed.
For what will truly make you happy, our loving Lord knows best.”
She forgot her Princess dreams, became enamored with sporting themes,
Was a fan of NASCAR racers, football players and baseball teams.
She learned to love camping, rock climbing, and hunting and hiking,
She wore camouflaged pants and leather, loved Harleys and biking.
Was a tomboy through and through, even succumbed to a small tattoo,
And wed a strong, hardworking man, from her dad’s construction crew.
In nineteen and sixty-six the tomboy gave birth to a girl,
With tiny dimples on rosy cheeks and skin fair as a pearl.
She dressed her in lovely, lacy, dainty, and delicate gowns
And pictured her a princess fair with jewels and gems and crowns.
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