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.