After a male baby outgrows dresses
and triangles and acquires pants,
freckles and so much dirt that
relatives don't dare to kiss him,
he becomes a boy.
A boy is nature's answer to that false
belief that there is no such thing as
perpetual motion.
A boy is a growing animal of superlative
promise who can swim like a fish,
run like a deer, climb like a squirrel,
balk like a mule, bellow like a bull,
eat like a pig, or act like a jackass,
according to the climatic conditions.
A boy, if not washed too often and kept
in a cool, quite place after each accident,
will survive broken bones,
hornets, measels, fights and nine
helpings of pie.
A boy is a piece of skin stretched over
an appetite;
A noise covered with smudges.
A boy is the problem of our times.
The hope of the world.
Every boy born is evidence that,
God is not yet discouraged with men.
~Author Unknown~