Curt is pert, and precious, you see,

Wraps Granny 'round his finger, then does as he please.

Loves Mom, with all his might,

But won't go to bed, without a grand fight.

Yells at his sister, 'Put down them toys.

You are a girl, And they are for boys.'

Does Kung-Fu, with the best.

But wait a minute, Dad, I need a little rest.

Goes ninety miles an hour, all day long.

Then curls in your lap, for a snooze and a song.

Enjoy him now, time goes so fast.

Baby talk and gapped teeth, they will not last.

Tomorrow will find him, a full-grown man.

Walking tall, in this beautiful land.

So tuck him in gently, when you kiss him good night.

And thank your God, for this precious sight.