She was born in the land of Africa,
Came home to India from afar.
Born in the year of fifty and eight,
Just like Michael Jackson the Star.

She was a neglected unwanted child,
For she was a girl by far.
She was always given the second best,
Not because of her star.

She wanted to be a nurse you see,
But turned out to be a teacher.
She loved to create beautiful things for free,
Her mother was a big sowing preacher.

Her brother flew planes from near and far,
Even serviced the Jordanian kings.
He has an Canadian English wife his star,
He strums the guitar and sings.

She plays the piano and in own star,
She is known for it near and far.
She has her way with little kids,
They dot her like a star.

Well she came to the land with twin Sunrise,
To see the Return of the King.
She held him tight when he was born,
And for him a soulful lullaby did sing.

He was by far the back from the dead,
He had come over to change.
The mistakes he had made in the past you see,
And sing Home on the Range.

He was by far the little Liberarian,
Who was born an Aries star.
By twist of fate he became you see,
A Libran a balanced with cars.

The king is back thats’ all I’ll say,
His name is little Dan.
He is naughty by nature and sings away,
And a best friend with Big Mama Anne.

Queen of Gladness is her name in Latin,
He called her a Cobra with a lantern.
She showed him the way to the light,
On that fateful stormy November night.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) 23rd January 2011