Families Have Their Secrets

Lord, families have their secrets,
Just like houses have their cellars;
Help me not to dig so deep,
I find the musty dwellers.
Lord, bless my noble ancestors,
Each and every one,
But please don't send me,
Smiling outlaw cousins on the run.
Families come from you, Lord,
You always know what's best,
I just don't need a gangster cousin,
As my household guest.
Whenever I uncover,
the beginning of my line,
Lord, help me not to find a monkey,
Swinging from a vine.
Anon