Each year, each year
\nThe more I see
\nMy son, my son
\nIs more like me
\nBut he is also
\nLike his mom
\nOh yes, oh yes
\nHe does become
\nBecome more like us
\nEveryday
\nBut still, but still
\nIn his own way
\nHe is not like
\nNo neither one
\nI wonder, wonder
\nWhere that came from<\/p>\n
By Ronald Gainsford<\/p>\n
\u00a9 2001 Ronald Gainsford<\/p>\n
BY RGAI<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Each year, each year The more I see My son, my son Is more like me But he is also Like his mom Oh yes, oh yes He does…<\/p>\n