The calendar reminds us chill no longer in the air
Cold days are getting longer warmer feelings everywhere
It's been a while since Punxsutawney had his fill of darker hue
The beach starts to look inviting as we lace our baseball shoe.
Lenten season soon left wanting comes again to stir us all
Those Sunday morning soulful soirées do prepare us for the call
But for all those many splendors stands out one, O greatest joys
March brings with it celebrations of our two, our Greatest boys.
The one he is a jumper and the other turns a phrase
They both soon know the other more than just a passing phase
Be they mugging for the camera or firmly standing, like a boy
They hang like a Christmas stocking filled with insulated joy.
Watch them when they're not looking and you'll see them at their best
When they're dealing with a colleague getting something off their chest
It may look like something simple to our oh-so sketchy eye
For in playground negotiation lays our future bye and bye
We all want something better and for this keep do we try
Another generation for another piece of pie
We have so much to give that it seems endless does our love
For it comes from somewhere deeper and it rains down from above
There's no reason for any goodness as there's no reason for the bad
One dines on what is on the table and washes with the fad
Be honest to goodness youth firm and bold in word and deed
The love you give us parents is the only thing we need.
So ring in one and twenty come again soon sons thirteen
The calendar lays open….