Beware, beware, that which would cling
More tightly than a wedding ring
For theres no duty more consuming,
Than to care for a childs fuming.
For the unenlightened, heres a tale,
Of a poor man forced across the Veil.
Japans the site of this fatal mistake,
In Tokushima, for clearness sake.
A man named Tai hiked over the hills,
While trying to run from all of his bills.
For, you see, Tai was down on his luck,
Hed no coin, nor job, he was well stuck!
His hens brought him no eggs each day,
While children nastily called him Hen-Tai!
He kept borrowing food, pathetic but true,
Then his time ran out; his payment was due.
And so he ran, as quick as he might,
And climbed over those fateful heights.
In the mountain, he heard a great wail,
That echoed endlessly, without fail
And he saw it, on its back, on a stone,
A small baby, struggling all alone.
Thus he felt a most unusual bliss,
That of Responsibilitys kiss.
But what he knows not: his fate has a bend!