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If we could choose our parents Would we choose tall and slim, Or couple like the Family spartt, Fat for her, lean for him, Or choose a cuddled duo, Enormous bosom, enormous chest, Clothed in scratchy candlewick coat, Or holey, oily, stretched string vest, Or choose a dad Lost in chair behind The Times, And white faced mum, Triggered by a clock that chimes? If we could choose our children, Pink faces with blue eyes, Chuckling cherub in a crib Who gurgles instead of cries, Who drives us to distraction In all seven Ages of Man, Who breaks our heart, swells our frame, Becomes our greatest fan. I would choose my parents And hug them close always. And they would choose me. Oh, happy childhood days! WILLIAM RIX |