Song for Jeremy

Sorry, my child, five-year-old Jeremy;
Your name won't rhyme in kid's economy.
I've tried; I've shouted, "Open, sesame!"
Your name claims sovereign, proud autonomy.

What could I tell you of King Ptolemy?
What would you care about agronomy?
No interest there. I say it's infamy
That all the rhymes reek of Academy.

If I could write about anatomy ...
No. Search the book of Deuteronomy?
Laws on enemies and bigamy!
Still, somewhere, mayhap in astronomy
I'll find the terms, my dearest Jeremy,
I may transmute with poet's alchemy.

Poems by Jeremy's father

Jeremy,
I hold you on my knee,
It scares me you want to be,
Just like me

Or less solemn,

you won't climb up a tree
you're always hung-a-ry
won't practice do-re-mi
but you're my Jeremy

O my dear Jeremy

O my dear Jeremy
must you find mistery
in entomology?
spider's Taxonomy

Seen by a honey bee
Under Microscopy
A bugs anatomy
Glees you my Jeremy

A Swedish damsellflea
a moth from Germany
a huge ant colony
gift to my Jeremy

And Jeremy's own:

grandma sue
i love you