You’re a chip off the old block
That much is very true
The best bits, of course, are me
And the bad? That’s down to you!
Yet when you gaze in the mirror
You’re just like Uncle bill
The chappie who lives down the street
But less said better still!
And as for all the other bits
Well that’s a stroke of luck
Though pull a pouty face and know
You get that from a duck!