Before I was alive
My parents fooled around
They took off all there cloths
And wrestled on the ground
There I was created
With some help from above
Nobody could stop
Them crazy kids in love
Everything was great
Until they wanted more
And by time they were done
One kid turned to four
Although I suffer now
I really can’t complain
Before they were alive
Their parents did the same
Grandma met Grandpa Bear
They had five of their own
Without them by my side
I’d probably be alone
I’d tell about the Lude’s
Like my Uncle Kenny
But as you may know
There just is way to many
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem