It must be hard to be a parent nowadays.
You have to explain the birds & the bees.
The bees & the bees.
The birds & the birds.
The birds that used to be bees.
The bees that used to be birds.
The birds that look like bees and the bees that look like birds but still have a stinger.
Sixteen years old when I went to the war,
To fight for a land fit for heroes,
God on my side, and a gun in my hand,
Chasing my days dawn to zero,
And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died,
And I never did get any older,
But I knew at the time that a year in the line,
Was a long enough life for a soldier.
We all volunteered, and we wrote dawn our names,
And we added two years to our ages,
Eager for life and ahead of the game,
Ready for history's pages,
And we brawled and we fought and we whored 'til we stood,
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder,
A thirst for the Hun, we were food far the gun,
And that's what you are when you're soldiers.
I heard my friend cry, and he sank to his knees,
Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother,
And I fell by his side, and that's how we died,
Clinging like kids to each other,
And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood,
And I wept as his body grew colder,
And I called for my mother and she never came,
Though it wasn't my fault and I wasn't to blame,
The day not half over and ten thousand slain,
And now there's nobody remembers our names,
And that's how it is for a soldier.
The father Answers, 'Well, son, I guess one day you will need to find out anyway!
Your mum and I first got together in a chat room on Yahoo.
Then I set up a date via email with your mum and we met at a cyber-cafe.
We sneaked into a secluded room, and googled each other.
There your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive.
As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to hit the delete button, nine months later a little pop-up appeared that said: "You got male!"'
