He's an imp and an angel,
A dreamer, a tease
An explorer of meadows
And 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 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 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!
