Oh Son! My Sun!
My champ your birth, gave me unbounded mirth.
With you, Papa and Mamma are devoid of any dearth.
My boy, you're such a joy,
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Your sweet slumber in the womb is broken,
Your little world of comfort is shaken,
You hear from the voice above, 'Come out chap, its Time! '
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Stout and haughty Mr. Willy Will,
Erroneously thought he had the Supreme Will,
For, time and again he had defied, ‘His' Will.
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