Little Mister Magic

Not my Rhyme. This one written By: Jimmy Buffett
1980. But I like it. I changed some of the words...
(Note: Ethan loves to wach the ceiling fan)

Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling
The clever little glances he gives me can't help but be appealing
He loves to ride into town with the top down
Feel that warm breeze on his gentle skin
He is my next of kin

Chorus:
I see a little more of me everyday
I catch a little more moustache turning gray
Your mother is the only other woman for me
Little Mister Magic, what you gonna be?

Sometimes I catch him dreamin and wonder where that little mind meanders
Is he strollin along the shore or cruisin o'er the broad savannah
I know someday he'll learn to make up his own rhymes
Someday he's gonna learn how to fly
Oh that I won't deny

Chorus:
I catch a little more dialogue comin my way
I see those big brown eyes just start to lookin astray
Your mothers still the only other woman for me
Little Mister Magic, what you gonna be?

Yes, he loves to ride into town with the top down
Feel that warm breeze on his gentle skin
He is my next of kin

Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling
Those clever little looks he gives just can't help but be appealing
I know someday he'll learn to make up his own rhymes
One day he's gonna learn how to fly
That I won't deny

Chorus:
I see a little more of me everyday
I feel a little more moustache turning gray
Your mothers still the only other woman for me
Little Mister Magic, what you gonna be?
Little Mister Magic, what you gonna be?
Little Mister Magic, just can't wait to see

Its raining, its pouring
Your old man is snoring