They gathered in this house that summer day

From foreign lands and countries far and wide

Like critters of all kinds, all here to stay

Came hoarding to our garden’s sunny side

From Carolina she had traveled in 

To hold and marry one of Bansal’s own

To live amongst our flowers and our kin

She called us little heaven far from home

But this old heaven did not run full through

The wine was bitter, tensions always high

And in the grass kept hidden we all knew

The critters whispered there with narrowed eyes

So near the angry looks, around the shade

New family was welcomed, greetings made