Ala bam a
I can still remember,
My mother's gentle touch,
My father's wisdom ending never,
Things for me were never tough.
I guess I was their favorite,
They never knew what to expect,
Though I gave them "fits"
I treated them with great respect.
When as a youngster barely seven,
My mother never showed concern,
When I brought home those bugs and vermin,
All crawley and a squirmin'
My parents always encouraged,
No matter what I did,
And you can just imagine,
I was one mis-behavin' kid.
Fights and teachers all complaining,
Never a dull moment did they have,
I did alot of serious explaining,
"I was such an innocent lad!"
But my parents were always there,
As I am for my kids too,
I guess that's where I learned,
The years are so very few.