When my kids were very little, but not quite in their youth
So innocent and sweet, and they always told the truth
Everything they first had heard, must have sounded Greek
I wondered later, why we couldn't wait to hear them speak
They got a little older, smarting off while still so young
Suddenly that changed; a dot of dish soap on their tongue
They spit and then they sputtered, 'till they could only squeak
Their manners sure improved, for about another week
Then we had three teenagers, who had each other's back
Hard to keep their stories straight, in fear that one would crack
We always knew the drill and how to get the truth to leak
They found out there's no paddle, on their voyage up the creek
Now my kids are all adults with families of their own
So familiar is their parenting; to get their kids all grown
I know their time is coming, when their children too will sneak
I wonder how they'll like it, when their kids call them a geek
We are a little older and are entering our peak
We recently had setbacks, that had made us both so weak
Without our children's help, our life may have been more bleak
The roles are now reversed; I think I like this new technique
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