Avery can’t carry a tune in a bucket, but, he' has been writing little songs since he was two! Yes…TWO! I’m telling you…he’s a grown up trapped in the body of a little boy!
At two, there wasn’t much substance to his ballads. In fact, it’s probably safe to say, that there was no substance, at all. Back then, he sang ballads about his new baby sister…he sang songs about the swing set…and crooned over his matchbox cars!
He still writes songs. They’re still not very poignant, or deep…but, maybe I just don’t get them.
I was cleaning out his folder the other day, and came across these lyrics he’d penned…
This one, I am told, is a rap, of sorts. It’s fun, it’s catchy…and I have to say, he’s getting better!
Lennon, Dylan, Willie…Eminem…look out!