JOY
The happy feeling of a young boy,
That feeling when he gets a new toy.
it's a child of the freedom we enjoy,
It is what I call Joy.

Now, I'm no longer a young boy,
All I could wish for is to enjoy,
and to be accompanied by a convoy,
I want to feel that joy.

The old me was a coy,
When my happiness could not cloy.
Hearing the shout of A-hoy,
The pirate in me is filled with joy!

It's more than an expression of foy,
It's worth more than the greatest toy.
Just as a drowning fellow sees a life-buoy,
His heart Is filled with so much joy.

When she is named Joy,
So much is what you enjoy.
By the side of a Roy,
She's all you could employ.

Even when I sense no decoy,
I've still been able to deploy.
With all these words I employ
I should be crowned The Roy.
Oh Joy!