My parents marital bed, twas very plentiful
Seeds of love did sprout, they were bountiful

Eleven babes were born, one short of a dozen
Fecundity they could tout, a tally so bountiful

A brood of progeny, fertile twas their pairing  
Ever a large brood about, an abode bountiful

Each of the children, bringing a festival of mirth
Growing in nurture devout, truly quite bountiful

An endowment of pride, from a loving couple
A clan which did spout, of gifts most bountiful