He’s bubble gum in a baseball hat,
A dirty face with a mangy cat,
And if you can imagine that –
Then I guess you know my boy;
He’s a freckled nose with spiked-up hair,
A jitterbug squirming in his chair,
Bouncing through life without a care –
My bubbly little boy;
He’s a sloppy shirt and baggy pants,
Cruising the sidewalk smashing ants,
Pulling the petals off my plants –
My charming little boy;
He’s flashing eyes in a dimpled face,
The loud mouthed terror of second base,
In a muddy sneaker without a lace –
My scrappy little boy;
But he’s an angel in his sleep,
A peaceful creature in a blanket heap,
And I’m so glad he’s mine to keep –
My dear, sweet little boy.
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