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 a 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 round and stars fill the sky
But adventurous, timid, excited or quiet,
Theres nothing so new that he wont 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!