Four Boys

We rushed to hospital; Our baby was coming
And little by little; The idea was numbing
Oh, small human being; What do we do with you
He's crying and screaming; And we don't have a clue
A Dad who has four boys; Is a Dad with great joys

The next one came early; With some complications
And not quite as burly; But filled expectations
He was the diplomat; But fought with a pick ax
Should have worn a hard hat; For such youthful impacts
A Dad who has four boys; Is a Dad with great joys

The next was born at home; Mother's easiest birth
Had musical syndrome; Played drums with gleeful mirth
Graduating college; With musical degree
And with rhythmic knowledge; A programmer is he
A Dad who has four boys; Is a Dad with great joys

Our fourth son had it tough; His mother hemorrhaged
The birth was really rough; She almost disengaged
But now he's a gamer; Because he loves to play
And he's a good saver; Saves for that rainy day
A Dad who has four boys; Is a Dad with great joys