Django

Django is a wild young lad In ways not unlike his dad When he was younger years ago Till the tick of time became his foe The wildest of them time does tame With Django it will be the same For time is like a soothing balm The wildest of them it does calm Hard to believe the lad with strangers shy Does make his young sister Ginger cry When rough games with her he does play Boys will be boys as some do say For young boys to be noisy a natural thing Youth suppose must have it's fling At their play they make much noise As is said boys will be boys Though in him there is nothing bad Django is a wild young lad Restless in his youthful way He keeps his mum busy all day.