Uncle Hobart lived on a farm.
Aunt Lily kept him nice and warm.
They had twelve children as healthy as can be.
Uncle Hobart and Aunt Lily kept them busy as bees.

They worked the fields from dawn to dusk.
Working hard was a must.
All the kids became productive men and women.
All that hard work turned out to be a plus.

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