My son be free,
Little Beefy,
Be free and happy,
And hug as many trees,
As mummy can see,
And write it in a story,
And bring it home to me,
My son be free,
Little Ethy,
Don't eat your peas,
Don't forget to say please,
Do it with ease,
And run in the breeze,
While you munch on some cheese,
and write it in a story,
And read it to me,
My son be free,
Little binky,
Go travel the world,
Meet lots of girls,
Let them play with your curls,
Dance then, and twirl,
And write it down in a story,
And bring it home to me,
My son be free,
Little monkey,
Don't listen to me,
You are lovely, I'm just your Daddy,
And I want you to be,
Be happy,
But,
Write it in a story,
And read it to me,
Or don't,
No pressure,
I wont measure,
Just be free,
Be free,
Be free.
M Joseph Burt 09/04/2006
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