Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
Okay, so he's not;
Tom is a son-in-law,
Marrying my girl was his lot.

 Tom is a contractor,
Some call him Dad;
Some call him Grandpa,
Now, that isn't bad.

Tom is a hunter,
Each fall he seeks deer;
Jasmine says, "Don't shoot me,
I'm not really a dear."

Tom puts in his line,
Hoping to catch a fish;
Trout are what he's after,
If he can have his wish.

He forgets where he's going,
Once he's on the way;
But Tom is such a good man,
Helping others every day.

Buckaroo Black Jack
Uses up his time;
He's become addicted,
He has to be on-line.

Now Tom is a quiet man,
Some call him boring;
But you won't find anyone better,
In fact, he's quite adoring.

We have all come to love him,
We think he's a special man;
He has brought fun and smiles,
And we're glad he's joined our clan.