His name is Jim and he’s my Dad
And yes, yes, yes I am so glad
He taught me how to find my way
East and North and South and West
By gazing up at the stars at night
He taught me how to ride my bike
He taught me how to ride it right
He taught me how to stand up to a man
And never let one take advantage
He taught me how to be stronger than
Most other women can
He taught me how to comand respect
And still act like a sweet lady
And never once has he said
That roast beef has too much gravy
His name is Jim and he’s my Dad
And yes, yes, yes I am so glad
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He will love it.
I wish my dad liked to read, I thought about writing him something.
Instead I am a laborious servant for the day.
Cheers!