Interestingly enough, I was once in love,

counted my blessings, a gift from above.

with each little sound, my praises I'd sing.

I went along for a while, for what would this bring?

Happiness perhaps? Maybe some fun?

Maybe some joy, maybe a son?

A family oh my, now this could get weird,

I hardly now this girl, it's just what I feared.

Pregnant already, we had sex only twice?

You know I'm the father? Well Isn't that nice?

We met a week ago, a week ago today,

but you know I'm the father, well what should I say?

Should we get married? Should I propose?

Could this be a hoax? Well I suppose.

Let's play this by ear, and keep this thing quiet,

if my mother finds out, oh damn will she riot.

I will never live it down, and the black sheep I'll be,

yet I still find it strange, that the father is me?

If I say hell no, and turn out to be wrong,

Then I could be screwed, and she will be gone.

but if I am right, this thing could get scary,

a chick this crazy, I better be wary.

A few months go by, and out comes the boy,

funny enough, it was a big ploy.

The flaw in her plan, the one little crack,

we happen to be white, and the baby was black!