To just one child, I am a mother, but if I ever had another…
He might be Paris. She might be Bess, or possibly Gertrude, I confess.
Maybe a Hannibal is in the cards, or perhaps a Merryweather, if I fought hard.
Araminta is nice, and Lavender’s chic, though I could opt for something a little more unique.
Proinsias and Siomha might do the job but,
For a boy or a girl, it makes me sob,
To admit that my husband would probably choose Bob.