My mom says that I'm special
But I totally disagree
I can't even read a cooking book
There's nothing special about me
I know she's just a mom
And she cares a lot about me
She doesn't understand, but I'm not a man
I'm a boy who climbs a tree
But son, you really are special
If you only had a clue
How many times have you been on my mind
I'm stuck to you like glue
You're my one and only son
And don't you forget it mister....
But another good thing that god could bring
Is for you to have a sister
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem