We gather together, one and all,
We, the descendants of David Hall,
For fifty years it's been our tradition,
to unite together in recognition.
There's grandmas and grandpas
and all sorts of cousins,
and aunts and uncles by the dozens.
Nieces and nephews and moms and dads,
And even some relatives we didn't know we had.
We honor the man who started it all,
Our Ancestor in common,
David Hall.
Though not among us you find his name,
We're all his descendants just the same.
For he and Amanda, his chosen spouse,
raised nothing but girls at their house.
And when these five each took a mate,
the relatives increased at a terrific rate.
In less than a decade they had relation,
scattered half-way across the nation.
Though some of their names I can not recall,
they all belong to families of David Hall.
There's Thompson, Anderson, Strong and Strohl,
and Belch and Bowley and Cook and Cole,
there's Wright and Wilken, Mohler and McClure,
and Dangler and Dowse and Alexander.
There's Hodson and Howards and Hydes galore,
Moyer and Marr and many more.
There's one thing for certain,
I'll tell it to all,
if you're not a Dunbar or a Dilsaver,
then you're bound to be descendant of David Hall.
Longword Oddfellow
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(Longword Oddfellow turns out to be the family poet
and family historian, Colleen Switzer)
