A Little Boy Called Mud

There once was a little guy dubbed Mud

Whose mama refused to call him Hud

So instead of Hudson

She started calling him Mudson

Which then got shortened to Mud

Well, that little Mud of ours

Has now clocked 4,380 hours

Just to be clear

That's half a year

Time has streamed by like a shower

We think that he's a fab dude

Whose favorite past times include

Laughing, smiling, and sitting up tall

But thankfully he doesn't yet crawl

He's even started eating solid food

His hair is still mess

Enough to impress

The likes of Einstein

and the Medusa kind

To a haircut I'll finally acquiesce

There's lots of folks around here

Who find him quite dear

Grandparents like G & Pop

  

Moms, dads, and brotherly tots

Even though their affection sometimes causes a tear

Here are his stats for all who care:

10% head not including his hair

26.5 inches, that's 55 percent

Weighing in at 16.5 pounds (33%)--just like one particular parent

And now that I've written it down, these numbers will surely disappear from my head into thin air.

So three cheers for the smallest Peek

Whom we've definitely decided to keep!