I called my mom stone and sand
And roamed around- a fiendish little brat.
I told my dad he was an unfriendly lad
Nary did he care, even a tad.

All this when in seventh I studied
It took a while before the head even steadied!
Then I become a good little son
But still prone to pranks a ton.

Those were the days, long since past
How I dearly wish they will always last.
But time flies in a hurry - always so fast
Like a steamship cruising on so full a mast.

Now I am old and a little bit bald
I have a son thats no less ribald.
"Like father, like son" screams he
and gleefully jumps all over me.