A child was born
In May Irish Bred.
He was the second.
He became so sick.
His father vowed to give wealth
To the church coffers.
He impressed nurses
With his young sense of humor.
They loved this young boy.
But the oldest son.
This father had dreams of him
To be President.
But these dreams were dashed.
There’s a tragic accident
His plane just blew up.
The father turns to John
Says that you are next in line.
His father wants him.
He has gifts of gab.
People seem to really like him,
He has charisma.
He ran for office.
Never lost an election.
Became president.
Through the ups and downs.
He was always engaging
He had his great wit.
His father’s dream realized.
This boy became president.
He was the youngest.
Through crisis and toil.
He spoke to this great nation.
Told them to ask not.
He spoke without notes.
Told them that Martin had dreams.
People need freedom.
Everything looked good.
Folks loved his ability.
Then it became time.
Until November
He campaigned down in Texas.
Winning was urgent.
On that fateful day.
He was riding with the top down.
Someone aimed a shot.
He was hit badly.
They took him to the doctors.
They pronounced him dead.
An eternal flame.
Presides over his resting place.
Tells us he was great.
John F Kennedy
We will still remember him.
As a great leader.
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 7:07 PM UTC
A child was born
In May Irish Bred.
He was the second.
He became so sick.
His father vowed to give wealth
To the church coffers.
He impressed nurses
With his young sense of humor.
They loved this young boy.
But the oldest son.
This father had dreams of him
To be President.
But these dreams were dashed.
There’s a tragic accident
His plane just blew up.
The father turns to John
Says that you are next in line.
His father wants him.
He has gifts of gab.
People seem to really like him,
He has charisma.
He ran for office.
Never lost an election.
Became president.
Through the ups and downs.
He was always engaging
He had his great wit.
His father’s dream realized.
This boy became president.
He was the youngest.
Through crisis and toil.
He spoke to this great nation.
Told them to ask not.
He spoke without notes.
Told them that Martin had dreams.
People need freedom.
Everything looked good.
Folks loved his ability.
Then it became time.
Until November
He campaigned down in Texas.
Winning was urgent.
On that fateful day.
He was riding with the top down.
Someone aimed a shot.
He was hit badly.
They took him to the doctors.
They pronounced him dead.
An eternal flame.
Presides over his resting place.
Tells us he was great.
John F Kennedy
We will still remember him.
As a great leader.