First they were two
Now there's three
Another leaf
On the family tree
Maricelys and D.J.
Riding cloud nine
Prouder parents
You won't find
Grateful to have
The bundle of joy
That's surely to be
Their brand new boy
Screaming and crying
Until his needs are met
The balance of power
Have just been upset
He'll be calling
All the shots
With uncanning ability
To seek soft spots
The grandparents say
Let the games begin
It's futile for them
To hide that grin
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