Once there was a little boy,
Steve would be his name,
Quiet and subtle though he be,
Sneaky was his game!
Before you knew it, he was gone!
"Where did Steve go now?"
Just wandered off to who knows where...
He was often on the prowl.

But in his highchair, there to eat,
Not getting lost, lands sake!
Tough it was to finish all,
Yet keeping him awake!

And then there were the cigarettes,
He tried taking up one day,
Thought they were a thing to eat,
When he saw them on display!
But what can top the experiment,
In Terre Haute he tried,
When juice he poured with both eyes closed,
Oh, the thought of it makes me sigh!
Both eyes closed, he poured the juice,
To see if he would know,
Just when to stop the pouring,
Before it would overflow!
Ah... such an inquisitive little boy,
And willing partner was he,
To big brother Ben's escapades,
Buddies they'll always be!

And now
he has three little ones,
Flesh of flesh, bone of bone,
With wonderfully sweet inquisitive minds,
And "sneakies" of their own!
We celebrate your special day,
Though afterward it be,
And thank our God for you to be,
In our Barnhart family!