Bertha and Werner had left it late To think of having a child With her in her thirties by nature's mandate She felt compelled though reconciled But miscarriages plagued them and after the fifth It seemed that it wasn't to be Then in desperation she turned to the occult Though she knew there was no guarantee

I'll carry you within me, oh longed for child I'll bear you on eagles' wings You'll be my miracle, oh my sweet love To her unborn child Bertha sings

She was told of the Eagle Stone by a good friend Of Pliny, Theophrastus and others An iron-heavy stone that rattled when shook That protected expectant mothers They paid a small fortune for an amulet The size of a walnut it was Werner was sceptical, but Bertha said: "It's our last chance before menopause!"

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For months she wore it on her left arm As the child within her grew A healthy young girl the ultrasound said She prayed that her wish would come true She moved the amulet to her hips as her contractions came As the instruction booklet advised It all went smoothly and in homage to that stone Their daughter, as Petra, was baptised

I carried you within me, oh longed for child I bore you on eagles' wings You were my miracle, oh my sweet love To her daughter Bertha sings

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