My son

I have a son who is on the way,
Soon to make way for a brand new day.
I can't wait until he's finally born,
On that night or early morn.
To see him laugh or hear him cry,
To sing him sweet sweet lullaby's.
Hope he's happy healthy and full of cheer,
Ill be happy when he's truly here.
See him catch his very first fish,
Or watch him eat his very first dish.
What can I do or can I say,
Ill be very happy on that glorious day.

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