By Tarzana Joe
When I was a lad
I lived scott-free
I only cared about myself
And I spelled ego with a capital “E”
And quite possibly
With a capital “G”
Woe is me!
Then came 19 hundred and 93
When I asked the little lady to marry me
She said, “We’ll see.’
Then, “I agree”
Two years later she announced to me
We’ll soon be three
Which we proudly communicated to the family
Then in the mailbox
What do I see?
The only letter my dad ever sent to m
You’re about to give a new life our name
PS: Your life will never be the same.
Oh, father dear. How true! How true!
And how often I misunderestimated you
Had I appreciated the changes parenthood had in store
I would have started earlier and had six more!
Now I have a lad
And he lives scott-free
And you can’t believe the joy that he brings to me
And nothing I can think of could make it better
Well, at least, until I get to write him that letter.