It was a world without her, until Rene’s birth.
Tough times without her. Sans, Rene – you could say!
Until one day, for hap’ and for mirth.
There she was poppled, all swaddled and gay.

Her parents they sigh, with exhausted relief.
A child, of calm, and cheer – all beauty, no beast.
No need to chide, only coo and cheer.
And she lit up with smiles from ear-to-ear.

The family name was a glorious thing.
‘Sans’ they were called. Like sand with no ‘N’.
Solemn they reflected on lost baby Chance –
Their second and only was Rene. Rene-Sans.