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The Birth

The Birth

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A baby is born, happy is his mother,

As much as his father

From a tiny womb the new born

Comes to life making the cord torn;


Here comes the child unclothed,

Resting his head on his momma's lap,

There takes the child, a sweet nap

One more life gets infused;


The Lord is born in the stack of hay

All the animals living there are gay

Jesus is his sweet name

Becomes Christ in this life of game


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