Kicking, sucking, pointing, Matilda,
You'll come a screaming and crying to me.
From Your Mother's womb, Matilda you'll come,
One, two, three to me!
Priscilla, you'll come like a loud hailer,
You will be the wheeler-dealer,
But as boisterous as a squealer!
Lenore, you are number three with another before,
Which makes a total of four.
You are, but a pebble on the shore,
But be sure that you will be one that we all adore.
The final Rosenthal, with her toes and all.
Your name means, Valley of Roses,
So you'll be quiet and one who always does,
Always right under our noses.
Animated you are and always poses.
An Angel you'll always be to me,
From the one in your life who always composes.
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