It’s a boy, oh how sweet,
Look at his smile,
Do you hear the pitter patter of his feet?
A kiss goodbye, not a dry eye,
The first day of school, boy time flies.
A few more inches, you’ll be my height
Come my son, let’s read tonight.
Two more weeks and you’re in high school,
But my son, you’re not the same boy,
I used to know.
Changes are happening, we don’t get along.
What’s the matter, what went wrong?
I don’t know, but things are out of control.
Along comes AMCAL, the teenage pros.
Warm and caring, but very daring.
“Well,” they said, “the problem is,
You need to spend more time with your kid.
Lay down the rules, and stand by your word,
Don’t budge an inch and give him some chores.
Don’t worry we’ll help, just give us 8 weeks.
Delia’s our weapon, just watch and see,
When we give him back, he’ll be happy to leave.