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A Song for my Little Boy

It’s the morning of your life

So tap the drum and blow the pipe

Let’s hold the world up like a toy

And sing a song for my little boy

 

The God above in his love

Gave you lungs to be proud of

But how long, Oh, how long

Till that crying turns to song

 

Soon you’ll walk, and then you’ll talk

You’ll make a kingdom of a sidewalk

With a little help and a little bit of clay

You’ll make a world in a half a day

 

When you’re five, lands alive

Poking sticks all in the bee hive

You know its wrong, you hear them buzzing

You better start runnin, cousin

 

When you’re seven, Lord in heaven

My your bread does has some leaven

When your words are salty and I can’t tell

If you made ‘em up or heard it somewhere else

 

When you’re nine and the world is fine

Sitting on the dock just passing time

You think you’re fishing but it ain’t so

That worm fell off about an hour ago

 

I could go on in this song

With the years that follow along

But to be frank its mostly trouble

So let’s pop this lovely bubble

 

I know you’re drowsy so I’ll simmer down

I’ll wrap you tight up in your gown

Life’s but a dream and the world’s a toy

It’s just a song for my little boy

© 2019 Good Dust

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