8 December 2012
'Mommy, how are babies made...?'
'It's time we set this rumour laid...
Well my dear, it starts with dreams, A mommy wants one, so it seems. She wishes hard and up by God, There's thunder and a lightning rod. The spot that lightning hits in ground, Makes a wailing, baby sound. A baby's born, the stork arrives, And through the weather, on it drives. The baby comes and mommy smiles, And it's recorded in the files.'
Babies And Lightning. • Opuss № I