Sit down little ones, gather ye near,
For the delightful tale you are about to hear.
Listen to my fantastic story,
Of a boy named Jeremy, in all his glory.
This day he was born, he caused a sensation,
With the largest head in all of creation.
His mother, exhausted, cradled him close,
His father counted, 10 fingers, 10 toes.
The years marched on, he flourished and grew,
Sometimes rebelling, as kids often do.
He fought with a wit, sharp and sarcastic,
His sisters’ bane (it was less than fantastic).
He can cook
He can bake
He can fix up a Mac.
He can pout
And annoy,
But he’ll still make you laugh.
For the good and the bad, through the years we have found -
We may just decide, to keep him around.
For the delightful tale you are about to hear.
Listen to my fantastic story,
Of a boy named Jeremy, in all his glory.
This day he was born, he caused a sensation,
With the largest head in all of creation.
His mother, exhausted, cradled him close,
His father counted, 10 fingers, 10 toes.
The years marched on, he flourished and grew,
Sometimes rebelling, as kids often do.
He fought with a wit, sharp and sarcastic,
His sisters’ bane (it was less than fantastic).
He can cook
He can bake
He can fix up a Mac.
He can pout
And annoy,
But he’ll still make you laugh.
For the good and the bad, through the years we have found -
We may just decide, to keep him around.
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