Underneath a mountain of kids

Well I was once a wrestler I bet you never knew

Now I have two daughters one is five and one is two

And I'd have never guessed it no I wouldn't ever have guessed

That when my kids are climbing me that when I am most blessed

With all the money in the world I don't know what I'd do

If I never got to see my darling daughters two

I know this time is fleeting. I know it will be brief

A few short years and they'll be telling me "Oh daddy oh good grief!"

Now there's no need to ruminate on how short life can be

Corona virus everywhere from sea to shining sea

But I'm about as happy -yes- as any man can be

When I'm buried underneath the stack of my sweet progeny 

Brocolli

Broccoli is eew
It's smelly like a loo
It's pungent like aunt lou
It tastes just like a shoe

Broccoli is ick
It makes me really sick
It's terrible to lick
It's given me a crick

Brocolli is foul
It makes me what to howl
I'd rather eat an owl
and have that in my bowel

But actually...

Broccoli tastes great
Though kids sometimes don't rate
I must to you relate
I'd like it on my plate