A son is a gift of fun,
of running and laughter all into one.
Acharmer with beautiful eyes
That coputures your heart with his big smile
A son is to hold and hug and to love,
To teach him that he is never alone.
A son is filled with talents waiting to infold,
Whose gift to the world will one day be told.
A son can prouldy carry the family name,
A son who eill make you proud one day.
Yes, a son is a gift of fun,
of running and laughter all into one