I have two milk jars
One for the father
One for the son
Here is an entrance
… Or as an exit
Open to the father
Open to the son
Here is a ladle that
Eat clean
And same ladle that
Fetch songs
Is for the father
Is for son
Yet, as at now
He plays the father
and still plays the son
But when arrives the rival
Then comes young jealousy
Hey!
Do not be selfish
Sharing is caring
You cared to be cared for
So
Do share with open hearts.