There are more folks than is wise,
Population is of extraordinary size.
Death rate falls, births not as much,
Compounds growth, crowds and such.

Some disagree with birth control,
Think the practice will harm their soul.
We wonder, shouldn’t these folks fear
The people surplus coming here?

Let’s just look at the physical laws:
Female cycles from teens to ‘pause,
Perhaps three hundred and twenty-five
Half-folk by each woman alive.

In lieu of ten cycles baby can arrive,
Divide ten into 325,
Therefore, each woman could add
Thirty kids or more ‘fore raving mad.

Then there are numbers for men --
Their half-folk at ready, just say when.
It’s their aggregate job to be on call,
For serious shopping at the ovum mall.

About forty-eight million sent to the job,
To meet ova and be a Mary or Bob.
Legionous possibilities beings to abide,
If their germ be denied, are nullified!

Millions of these half-folk, duly noted,
Would become whole, if not outvoted.
So if mistakenly two half-folk combine,
Take quick action and move ‘em offline.

Remember -- millions of half-folk await
For permission from you and your mate,
And trillions of folks that could have been,
Will be missed neither now nor then.

So with your husband, friend or wife,
Take this advice: be truly pro-life!
Segregate half-folk, for everyone’s good,
‘Til you’re totally ready for parenthood.