A course in psychology, is a must in genealogy,
Especially when you hit that “Brick Wall!”
You’ve given up hope, you’re at the end of your rope,
And no matter where you turn, there’s a stall!
Don’t give up in despair, he’s in there somewhere,
You just have to find where to look!
Genealogy libraries are full of Harrys and Marys,
But which one belongs in your book?
It would be a real trick, if we could pull out one brick,
And take a peek at what’s over there!
If that could be done, it would be fun,
But that’s cheating and never quite fair!
You can get on the net, and that’s a sure bet,
There’s info, but what is it worth?
What you need, is a real solid lead,
And the net just might bring it forth!
One thing is sure, though it’s not very pure,
We all leave a long paper trail!
They recorded our birth, our weight and our girth,
Even if we were healthy or frail!
Another old tactic, is to look in your attic,
And go through those old boxes of stuff.
What could be better than photos and letters
To get us back out of the rough?
You’ve been through court houses, shared records with mouses,(?)
And you’ve come to the end of the line!
So, quit pulling your hair, he’s out there somewhere,
And finding him just takes some time!
When you succeed, we’ll all take heed,
And we’ll know you have found the big lout!
You’ll know of course, when we join in your chorus,
And let out a wonderful shout!
That wonderful feeling, will send your head reeling,
Like winning the lottery, it seems!
It could even be better, than pitching a no hitter,
Or finding the pork in the beans!