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