I’m telling you, I may be at the end now of my rope.
I know I’ve done the best that I know how, the best I can.
Quite honestly, it’s got to where I don’t know how to cope.
I’d like to have him seen as a presentable young man;
I try to keep him in clean clothers, but lately that’s a joke.
No matter what he does when playing, he comes in a mess.
Also there have been times he looks just like a homeless bloke.
And even those who know him well will likely have to guess.
I swear, the dirt must see him coming, and, of course, be set
To do its thing the way it can, and that is my dismay;
I think that he must be a magnet for the dirt he’ll get.
It gets so bad that I will cringe when he goes out to play;
I try to make him look respectable, and everything,
But now, since he’s the prince, I’ll shudder when he is made king!
© Richard Williams