Invited by my brother PeeWee I coulnd't well pass over the invitation.
I have found in an old drawer a couple of photos that can illustrate our family trend...

I was invited by my Neanderthal brother
to his magnificent and newly fit cavern,
which wife had furnished, and on the walls,
she has done an astonishing stone pattern,
trying to get back to the old decorations
traditions without being said “no modern;”
PeeWee has invited all his brothers there,
no washed coming wimin is no my concern,
but for my part, I abhorrer hairy women, so,
I recommend a god shave to all of them.

I have a number nine made of iron club for love,
and I swing it in the meanest of all manners;
brother Jersey Devil came with a brontosaurus,
for PeeWee to start making noise for BBQ fire,
and me, the elder, was marinating the steaks
for the feast with all our Neanderthals girls;
we gonna lick more that a pair of chops
if you are awake and know what I meant,
“Hey! Jersey Devil you are the lil’ brother
here, stop drinking that, this ain’t yore tavern!”

“Well PeeWee, what’s that talking I heard
about you getting sun bits for lanterns,
I have coming to you from long distances
the magic of fire and light to learn,
being the Elder doesn’t include knowledge,
you, who could talk to bugs and discern
the mysteries of Fauna and Flora sure be
kind to you old brother in his all yearn
to see how the magic works calling fire
and tame the light that in the sun governs.”

Accepting with diligence the invitation
to stay, until your wife go shopping berserk.