Once I had a wife, you see.
She was oh so lov-e-ly!
She gave birth to our eight joys
Octuplets, four girls, four boys.

Afterward she became weak,
A healer I wished she would seek.

"They won't stop crying.
They won't stop crying."

Every day and every hour
Exhausted was my frail flower
Babies needed to be fed
Burped and changed and put to bed.

Then came the day she rose no more
And in my grief I hit the floor.

They won't stop crying.
They won't stop crying.
They won't stop crying.
They won't stop crying.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Glacian, in the year 742 AF.