Love's labour won

A young Jamaican father-to-be awakened the village doctor in the
middle of the night saying
"Docta! Docta! Come fas! A MI wife sah! Ar water bruk an shi bout if av di
pikni!"

The doctor came over and told the father "Hold up di lamp higher. Hold
di lamp higher nuh!" The father obliged, and behold, a baby's cry was
soon heard. The father cried out: "Praise di Laad! A wan boy! Me a de
proud faada a wan baby boy!"

The doctor again told the father, "Hold up di lamp higher.
Hold di lamp higher nuh man!". The father again complied,
and to Be sure, another cry was heard.
The father excitedly proclaimed: "A wan twin!! Mi get twin baby! Me
doubly bless! Glory to Gad!"

The doctor instructed, "Hold up di lamp higher.
Hold di lamp higher nuh!" Sure enough, a THIRD cry was heard! The
father, somewhat subdued, in a nervous tone, muttered,
"Oh Tank Jesus."

The doctor repeated, "Hold up di lamp higher. Hold di lamp higher nuh
man!", and a short while yet a FOURTH cry was heard. The father said
nothing, being lost in deep thought.

The doctor for a fifth time commanded "Hold up di lamp higher man.
Hold di lamp higher nuh!"
The father then asked; "Doc, yuh tink maybe a di light a attract Dem?"