We start the story when Mom met Dad, And they danced all night and he took her home.
It might have been all the wine they hadBut they rolled the dice and won your genome!

Then you grew and you grew and one day you were youAnd you looked like your father and mother!
If you’re looking for someone convenient to blame,You can take your pick it’s one or the other! 


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