Who's Running This Show
So early on a Sunday morn
Our little Boy Blue was born.
Dad nearly blew his hat.
When Blue was born, Dad said with scorn
“On my son, no short pants are worn.”
Mom said, “We’ll see ‘bout that.”
April 18 2012
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