Part I: br br I'm the mother of four wonderful spawn br Of whom I look fondly upon br But I'm not very glad br When they fart as one lad br T'is then that I wish they were gone br br br Part II: br br My three boys will be leaving me soon br Then the sun will go out with the moon br As my heart fills with gall br I won't function at all br 'Til someone makes me laugh like a loon br br br Part III: br br My daughter is a sight to behold br Her hair is milk chocolate and gold br She draws like a genius br Is sweet; sometimes mean, yes * br But she'll not soon depart from the fold br (GOOD GIRL!) br br (9.15.06 - *I couldn't resist the rhyme. She is 13 yrs. old and o-cca-sion-al-ly cranky, esp. with the aforementioned brothers tho' they DO enjoy their bonding rituals. However, that noted in Part I is an abject lie; only the boys are skilled enough to participate. TOO skilled by far, if you ask me, grumble. But if it keeps 'em off the streets...