One… One, Two, Three, Four, One-thousand, Two-thousand— Three, thousand- Four-thousand teenage-pregnancies, And still counting, but society is busy and it seems not an emergency, It’s so sad! Can you really blame mamma for this mess? Mamma is too busy--sweating blood to feed her hungry four, While, papa is busy figuring out how to quench his addiction to illicit liquor-- Reason why he failed to file his zero tax returns-- And, he got time to rape his own daughter before mamma