We all have got fathers and mothers
And most of us do have sisters and brothers
Some with age grow thin and more grow fatter
But in the end does it much matter
Some like to talk and some are much quieter
And the happy one in mood is always far lighter
Than those who are serious and boring and snobby
Who like to show off their knowledge as a hobby
And many so many believe on a hereafter
And some they are blessed with the great gift of laughter
Whilst some on their faces do wear worry and sorrow
As if for them there will not be any tomorrow
And one up-ship to many is egotistical point scoring
Suppose if we all were the same we would be rather boring.
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