Author: Unknown
He's an imp and an angel,
a dreamer, a tease
An explorer of meadows, and
a climber of trees.
A runner of errands, and
doer of chores.
Who tears his best trousers, and
tracks up your floors.
He's a solemn young man with
some mud on his feet,
And a daredevil riding his
bike down the street.
A bundle of questions, who
wants to know "why",
The world goes around and
the stars fill the sky.
But adventurous, timid, excited
or quiet,
There's nothing so new that he
won't care to try it.
And just when your temper and
patience wear thin,
He'll look up at you with an
innocent grin.
And your heart melts again with
your real pride and joy,
In that mischievous, wonderful
treasure--- your boy!!
a dreamer, a tease
An explorer of meadows, and
a climber of trees.
A runner of errands, and
doer of chores.
Who tears his best trousers, and
tracks up your floors.
He's a solemn young man with
some mud on his feet,
And a daredevil riding his
bike down the street.
A bundle of questions, who
wants to know "why",
The world goes around and
the stars fill the sky.
But adventurous, timid, excited
or quiet,
There's nothing so new that he
won't care to try it.
And just when your temper and
patience wear thin,
He'll look up at you with an
innocent grin.
And your heart melts again with
your real pride and joy,
In that mischievous, wonderful
treasure--- your boy!!
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