Yesterday, it was a den of cackling hens,
It was a conglomerate of long lost friends,
I won’t say lost but yes fast friends,

We were all meeting after many many years,
So the riot we created was only obvious my dears,

I don’t think we could sit still,
Each pranced around against our will,
Then there were our babies with us,
Who were pretty amused with all our fuss,

One couldn’t tell the young from the old,
At least not from the actions that did unfold,

It was quite a storm that we did stir up,
Of laughter, giggles and gup shup