Little Man

We call him our little man. Quite a little mechanic in this,our land. If he thinks he can fix it,he probably can. He plays real hard,all day long. From sun up,to sun down, in this little town. When mom says it's time for bed,he will only frown. His bologna and hot dogs, he loves to eat. But, no socks,or shoes, does he want on his feet. He likes his tractors,cars, and trucks,but when they won't run,it really sucks. He always likes,to drink our pop. When he gets started,he will not stop. In his mouth,and down the drain. Over his tongue,without any pain. When nightime comes, and he's ready to sleep. Not a word from his mouth, not even a peep.