I like what I see In my kids; Others may say, They're like her's or his; That's okay, but they don't see The subtleties revealed to me.
They were listening when I spoke, And now they hear other folks; They were watching when I'd act In sync with our social contracts. Please and Thanks was our mantra, Repeated now as personal dogma.
I didn't see they were watching, Watch they did, and they were copying. Believe me, I'm not being boastful, If that's the case, I too am blameful For anything that causes pain, Though unintended, it's the same.
I'm so pleased with my kids, And they aren't just like Her's or his; They're mine. And I like what I see in their kids.