A little boy moved in next door
He is destined for great things
Of that I am sure.
Wearing new boots he scuffs over stone
(He is very safe, he is never alone) .
Over gra**es and clover he ambles on
Looking for hens clucking their song.
With a smile so wide it engulfs his face
He charges ahead as if it`s a race.
Always so strong, happy and brave
With just enough time to give me a wave,
I`m sure he is planning great things to do,
Highly ambitious for when he is two.