Oh my grandfather,
Was a great man?
Four sons he had produced,
A baby girl too

All his genes went into his progeny,
All but one produced males,
My father excelled in females.

Till the sixth girl was born,
My grandfathers’ ego was torn,
Why his eldest son could not produce,
A boy,
That’s was what did him,
Really annoy.

Thank God five daughters,
Came and went,
Only the last two stayed,
Then after a seventh try,
God was kind,
He helped in a new gift,
A boy

Another boy later and a girl,
That was all,
My grandpa was satisfied,
His name will carry on,
So in 1932 he died.

Later some time,
I will tell individual stories.

The thirteenth child in me lives,
I was told a fourteenth came too,
But luckily he went away,
The same way too

Then today we are just three,
One in wealth is mad,
Like a honey bee.

Another son in inheritance basks,
I have nothing much to ask.

Who goes first I cannot say,
But after my sis,
It’ll be my way.

Then the inheritor,
Will be the last,
Oh God help him live,
A lonely life at last