At last the mid-day came
I laid my claim
"Oh, don't take away the baby",
They shrieked and screeched
But I did
And I hid her where she'd never be reached
Your father cried
And your mother died
And for extra measure
I admit it was a pleasure
I said, "Sorry, I'm still not mollified"
So I laid a little spell on them
You too, son
That your family tree will always be a barren one...
"Crabby old b*tches are the bedrock of this nation."
--Mrs. T, Avenue Q