Karen's Boys 

A man-child's born; we're blest today.
So pour the wine and celebrate.
Then let us dance the night away;
'Til solid walls reverberate.

The task, for us, is clearly set:
This boy must now become a man.
And when the task is fully met
He'll be a stalwart of the clan.

A gentleman, refined, he'll be,
Displaying elan, poise, and grace.
An amalgam of two families he,
With proud heritage to trace.

We'll give him strength, and courage too.
He'll conquer all constraints and then
Success will know no Waterloo.
And he'll stand tall . . . rarest of men.

But can we mold this clay at all?
           . . . .For are not men, but boys grown tall?