His first word was EE-TA;
The second was DADDY
He had set his way of dos.
So I fed him well,
And he grew strong
To withstand the darkest blues.
He may falter,
But he leans to the wind,
Triumph wills his moves.
Oh, my son
With heart so tender
Will win ore all his brood.
For love is the stuff
That keeps us strong,
And love was his very first food.
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