A hundred mouths
A hundred hearts
A hundred and one, and the beating starts
A hundred and two,
Wait-- make that three
And thousand more down by the hall.
Oh! What more can I endure
But the birth of a breath, from a huff and a push
And seldomly comes the fault in a rush,
But a hundred hands to work with me
A hundred sisters to let life be,
Wait-- make that plenty.
