With scissors in pocket,
I walked to the park,
The first cut was the hardest.

I have to apologise,
but I need you,
to show them what you can do.

I promise that water awaits
in a jug in my living room,
as you consider your fate
in this plastic bag of sacrifice.

I promise that a seat belt awaits
in my car in the morning.
You will be safe.
You will be embraced.

I can’t wait for them to meet you;
it will be a bit like an interview.
They will pick you just like I did,
and you will have good fun,
nestled in the arms of someone;
finally the centre of attention.

It turns out your fate is to donate
a love and a taste,
for your children twelve times removed.