I read about the birds and bees
And Nature’s reproductive ease
I heard of storks that kindly bring,
To waiting parents, new offspring;
Of fairy folk who come to place
Live babes in cradles decked with lace;
Of bushes in the orchard ground
Where budding infants can be found.
But now, upon my marriage eve,
You tell dark stories to deceive
Naive and trusting maids like me
Brought up on love and purity;
Of liberties a spouse will take -
There surely must be some mistake.
This cannot be how things are done!
Pray, help me to create a clone.