Derivations of you,
derivations of you,
your children who look just like you,
derivations of you with those freckles,
and those eyes and that hair,
all short and blond mostly except for you with your ringlets.
Derivations of you,
all of you who stand before me,
identical copies of you.
Derivations of you,
blue eyed and blonde and standing in the sun,
with smiles so wide and having fun,
derivations of you,
and what a wonder they are too,
enjoying time with you,
as they should do upon a beautiful day,
upon a beautiful day in the sun.
Derivations of you,
a genetic replica,
oh, what a complex thing genetics are,
but how beautiful,
and what are the chances I wonder of exact derivations of you?
