To have seventy sons out of your many wives,
And to attain your kingdom through many plans;
But you've now gathered your children at Beth Millo,
And like the gold of your land.
Baal-Benth and the muse of your love,
Life is not all that easy at times!
But with worthless and reckless men and women among us,
So be very wise to respect nature my sweet Kevin.
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