Here is my story, here is my song,
engraved like script on an emerald gong.
I invite you now to think and fawn
on the virtues of my assembled spawn.
You’ll note some faults in the breadth and brawn,
though it’s true to the lives it’s swept along.
It intones their story, it sings their song.
It savors of days now dead and gone.
I’ve gathered this poem from dawn to dawn.
Unravel it now on the lettery lawn.
May it find in you a friendly throng!
May you find in it a story, a song.