To Youngest Son

To the tune of "Oh Be Careful Little Eyes What You See".

Oh, be careful little blogger what you post.

Oh, be careful little blogger what you post.

For there are people all around

(this next part must be sung all in one breath, so as not to disturb the rhythm)

Who don't understand that you are just
posting conflicting ideas running
rampant through your head
that even cause your mother to lose sleep
but not to lose respect for your attempts
to understand deeper things

Oh, be careful little blogger what you post!

(Youngest Son's blog no longer exists. Now how will I know what thoughts - odd and disturbing though they be - he is entertaining in that complicated mind of his?)