The King He Will Become

There is a famous prince

Whose name is mighty Quin,

I'll tell you the whole story

but where shall I begin?

He was born one summer morning

On the last day of July,

A handsome fair haired fellow

With a twinkle in his eye.

He roared just like a lion,

The nurses all said so,

They heard him down the hallway,

Overtop the radio.

He ate like no tomorrow,

His mother nursed him well,

His father bounced him gently,

To help him sleep a spell.

He grew and grew so very big

"Just like a weed" they'd say,

He learned to sit, then crawl and walk

And now he runs all day!

He loves to hear a story

From a book of any sort,

He spreads them out upon the floor

As though it was a sport.

He climbs on chairs and up the stairs

As if his feet had wings,

He plays the drum to make a beat,

He dances when we sing.

He likes all kinds of vegetables

Even broccoli passed the test,

He loves fresh fruit of every colour

But blueberries are the best.

He walks throughout the neighbourhood

His kingdom to be sure,

He looks at birds and dogs and squirrels

His heart is ever pure.

He seems to be perplexed you see,

By garbage on the ground,

He picks up every bit of waste

That others leave around.

He's being groomed to care for all

That live in his kingdom,

For one day in the future

A great King he will become.

The King of his own castle

He will surely be,

And how we shape his future,

Belongs to you and me.