Sarah, Charlotte, and Little Pete
Wander down the tree-lined street
Toward Listwood playground's swings
Charlotte hums and Sarah sings
Peter talks without a breath
Bores his listeners half to death
For they don't know his special speech
"I weawwy weawwy twy to weach"
"Weach fow da staws, it's hawd as heww
To say the aw sound owa fowm an ew" +
R's and L's are not his forte
But that won't stop him from trying to say
Whatever is flitting through his mind
And my boy Pete is oh so kind
My children make me proud as hell
And every day my love will swell
Pushing swings beneath the stars
Then hanging from the monkey bars
Then up the pole and down the slide
Then home with these three by my side
Their Daddy loves them so much more
Than anything he's loved before
Except, perhaps, for their mother
I love these four more than any other
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 10:24 PM UTC
Sarah, Charlotte, and Little Pete
Wander down the tree-lined street
Toward Listwood playground's swings
Charlotte hums and Sarah sings
Peter talks without a breath
Bores his listeners half to death
For they don't know his special speech
"I weawwy weawwy twy to weach"
"Weach fow da staws, it's hawd as heww
To say the aw sound owa fowm an ew" +
R's and L's are not his forte
But that won't stop him from trying to say
Whatever is flitting through his mind
And my boy Pete is oh so kind
My children make me proud as hell
And every day my love will swell
Pushing swings beneath the stars
Then hanging from the monkey bars
Then up the pole and down the slide
Then home with these three by my side
Their Daddy loves them so much more
Than anything he's loved before
Except, perhaps, for their mother
I love these four more than any other
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+ I really really try to reach
Reach for the stars,
it's hard as hell
to say the R sound or form an L.
