We three Ed’s love Ma’s pie,

She’s been there for us, no lie,

We have also been there for each other,

Pee-wee the only one dressing in drag like our mother…

Brother Edvard(k) is the eldest,

And P-wee is the meanest,

And Jersey, me, the youngest,

As well, though the other two will balk,

I am totally & completely the smartest…

Our Clan is eternal,

From the Lowlands of Atlantis we hail,

When it burned we were there with a pail,

And when it sank we survived in the bowels of a whale,

Later we had to cut our way out making the tongue a sail…

We did separate at that time so long ago,

P-wee did go to live on a Chicagoan plateau,

Long before there was a Chicago to of go,

Edvard did travel north with the Vikings,

And I found life in the Barrens of the east,

Scaring the locals there with a tail like the beast…

We do keep in touch,

But to be honest not very much,

Old Edvard does hang with the Dutch,

While P-wee keeps close at hand his crutch,

I really don’t want to see anyone hurt,

So I hang in the Pines, keeping out of trouble & such…

© ed ;-) 4/26/09