Oh! Ménage a’ trois,
In Gay Paree’.
A child’s prying eyes,
Combustion – but sees.
Ran away to be free.
Came back and left wanton baby.
Real family later shows up,
Stakes a claim on the pedigree.
Truths roll out about one who takes care,
Of Sonny’s grandson. She’s left with a stare.
No weapon to fight with; no plan in sight.
After that curtain tear, no escape in the night.
Sitting still in speechless shame.
Hattie won’t have a stake on Little Sonny’s name!