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Kinfolk hang on fam’ly tree
Can’t pick all the ones you see.
Some ya wish would fade away,
Some yer stuck with every day.
Whose foot crashed through windowpane?
Didn’t tell Gram, it let in rain.
Jello squares to ceiling stuck
Some homes don’t have any luck.
Ellie threw a rock at Stan,
My Dad spanked her, then she ran.
Howie painted the shed blue.
Ronnie hit him with a shoe.
Calling all for Rover Red,
Trampoline on Aunt Tim’s bed.
Apples, peaches, pumpkin pie.
Cartwheels, then pretend to fly.
Washing dishes, pulling weeds,
Chasing tadpoles in the reeds.
Walking on top fence-post rail.
Hanging cans on your dog’s tail
Snitching plums from Mr. Grin,
Mama said it was a sin.
But we did it any way,
And berries from Mr. Ray.
Sally’s shoes went in the stream,
How her brother Les did scream!
He the one to catch them there,
Learned it was Steve’s double dare.
Swung on rope from oak barn beam,
Had to muffle gleeful scream.
Uncle Walt would yell at us,
Always making such a fuss.
Set saw-horses on cement,
Hurdle jumps, til down we went.
Busted nail and shredded knee,
Butterfly kiss-–good as can be.
Big Bad Wolf’s a real fun game.
Red Light Green Light keeps its fame.
Mother May I? Bubblegum.
Wrestling or war with thumb.
Cats Cradle and Dosie Doe.
Playing Pie Tag in deep snow.
Springtime comes, go fly a kite.
Skipping Erin’s such a sprite.
Orangey cologne looked so sweet.
Dana drank it for a treat.
Rushed to doctor, what’d he say?
She’ll be tipsy all today.
Katie’s hands clap a good beat,
Mommy’s shoes upon her feet.
Playing dress-up’s quite the thing,
Til Brad lost an emerald ring.
Sticks and stones may break your bones.
Silly jokes just bring on moans.
Dug potatoes for a dime,
Quit when heard noon church bell chime.
Big guy pushed a little kid.
Surprised later what he did.
Shaving cream on one toothbrush,
Made Jim gag in such a rush.
Don’t be messing round with Bea--
She ties up, but won’t set free.
Her Mom hears your tearful cry,
She’ll roll her eyes, and she’ll sigh.
Jay studied the family crest,
Learned more than we ever guessed.
Roots grow deep as trees grow tall,
All entwined since Adam’s fall.
Some folks have spunk, some have brains.
Some don’t come in when it rains.
Some work hard, some skim on by,
Some just sleep dreaming of why.
Some have babies two or seven.
All don't take a route to heaven.
But they're on our family tree
Perched up there for all to see.
We have a familiar strain
Blue-green, brown eyes are the main.
Some folks short, some very tall,
Some are friends to one and all.
Some are greedy, some do tricks
Some townfolk, some in the sticks.
All I’ve learned from branching tree
I am glad to just be me.
People come and people go
That’s the way of life we know.
Can’t twist back the hands of time
Wishin’ it was all sublime.
Try to be a person kind,
That’s the thing to keep in mind.
Buttoned up to one another
Because of your dad and mother.
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