My Son

My son is the kind of boy To show you how to use his toy, If he thinks that you're a good friend He'll be good to you he won't pretend, So much love,my son,he keeps But like all kids he mones and weeps, He's smarter than he may seem He knows what's real and what's a dream, And he won't hear me if I yell But he will listen closely if he fell, And if he hears a train go "Choo-Choo" He'll say "I heard that mommy,did you?", When we have company he's so polite I'm glad so far I've raised him right, With his brown hair and eyes so blue He loves to play with paper and glue, I hope one day that he will see Nobody can love him more than me.