A Young Wee Lad

Okay, my last post was too serious. So here’s a little song I wrote years ago. It’s meant to be sung as an Irish diddy. (Sorry about the flatulence reference, but hey, it’s about a little boy so what’da expect? Here goes…

When I was just a young wee lad
I thought I was so smart
Cause I made pets of bullfrogs
And I knew how to fart

We never played with girls cause
They all had cooties
And it was the mark of a really fine day
Whenever I skinned my knees

(And it was the mark of a really fine day
Whenever he skinned his knees)

Now I never knew what cooties were
But still I stayed away
Until Willie Jean came by
One frozen winters day

She hit me with a snowball
And something changed inside
The more I got tall, the more that I’d fall
And soon she was me bride

(The more he got tall, the more that he’d fall
And soon she was his bride)

My wife she tried to change me
But to no avail
Seems the Peter Pan inside
Simply will not fail

She hopes some day I’ll grow up
But no faster than I can
For the girl inside the Misses loves
The boy inside the man

(For the girl inside the Misses loves
The boy inside the man)

Now boys ‘ill be boys and men ‘ill be men
They’re really just the same
Except that the wee one’s
Have a ‘Y’ behind their name

When Billy is Bill and Johnny is John,
And Teddy is Ted, and Freddy is Fred
They’ll all still have a wee young lad
A bouncin’ in their head

(They’ll all still have a wee young lad
A bouncin’ in their . . . head)

copyright Jim W. Smith 2013