A Boy Named Samuel
We have a son, Samuel is his name
He has a twin, but they aren't the same
As a baby, I felt his name should be Taz
Hell in diapers, he was full of pizzazz
The smaller of the two, soon he grew
Now, he is taller by an inch or two
Stubborn as a mule, proud as a peacock
An avid reader, who doesn't go for baby talk
We love him even when he gives us gray hairs
We always remember him in our nightly prayers
poem by Charles Hancock
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