Here ye! Here ye!
A lovely Mrs. Theresa Flaherty speaks.
I declare this day to be rich fortunes,
Sadly she didn’t declare misfortunes.
Happily, I gave birth to seven misfits,
Edgar, Samuel, Francine, Ophelia, Grady, Nora Jean, and Travis.
They are my children of the doomsday,
I don’t care what people have to say.
Youngsters beware,
I strike down with fear.
Rescue me from their whines,
I swear they do this many times.
I ain’t the type of gal who is appreciative,
Even I swear I just love them all to death.
They are the seven little misfits I was given peace,
Please, I hope that my misfits don’t drive you crazy.
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