The joys of a child
that controls your life.
No time for a hobby.
No time for your wife.

You scream and you cry,
make me pull out my hair.
I just want to scream
"Life isn’t fair"

You mess and you fight,
you know what is best.
I want this, I want that.
Forget all the rest.

A smack on the bum
is not meant as hate.
Cause you’re not just my son,
you’re also my mate.

You are a gift from God.
A bundle of joy.
Remember these words,
"I love you my boy"