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My son
He’s just a little angel he wouldn’t hurt a fly
He is just the perfect child, but then I know just why
He‘s laying fast asleep just now serene and angel like
But in a flash he’s up and out and crashing on his bike
One day he is a soldier a sailor and a spy
He sometimes flies off out in space but no one asks him why
He goes to stars so far away he even built a rocket
And all the space rocks that he finds will be shoved in his pockets
The school day is a trying time. You get him clean and spruce
But 10 yards down the road you find him crawling in a bush
Spider’s, hedgehog’s, birds and mice he searches ditches too
And back from school he then turns up covered in some goo! !
He smiles at you, a cheeky grin that always melts your heart
But then he sits right next to you a does a silent fart
He giggles loads and chuckles hard His face is lit with glee
It’s then he turns and says to you “is it time for tea”
And then its girls, sport more girls and then perhaps some cars
You know that soon he will go out, drinking in some bars
And then one night he’ll stagger in tipsy if not drunk
You’ll be mad! ! He’ll wake up bad and smelling like a skunk! !
He grows so fast and soon he’ll leave adventures all to have
You’ll smile at him and hug him hard but know that you’ll feel sad
He may think that he’s all grown up and on his own two feet
But he’ll just be your little boy as long as your heart beats
Here me now my little boy, my baby my young lad
You will be loved most every day by your mum and dad
There’s nothing that can get you down that we won’t try to mend
We love you son please don’t forget that were your true best friends
jack frost
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