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.