My daughter is very nice
When we meet afternoon
She gives me a buttered slice
And my son is even great
When it’s time to goodbye
He always opens the gate
Here is my dear brother
All the time busy in works
But gives a daily miscall rather
The young sister is so kind
Date of birth and her due gift
She is always there to remind
What to talk about my wife
Promised to stand by till death
But left me in prime of life
Let us now put an end
To all such relations
Which are just clay or sand!