He’s the super dad.
He taught me good from bad;
And how to be a lad,
And how to use the things I had,
And he prevented my mind from going mad.
Ever since I was scantily clad.
When fully dressed but only in a pad.
And named any running quad
A doggie. And knew no sad-
ness. And knew only a tad.
To the moment I’ve in my wallet a wad.
Father has not stopped being a dad.
He taught me good from bad;
And how to be a lad,
And how to use the things I had,
And he prevented my mind from going mad.
Ever since I was scantily clad.
When fully dressed but only in a pad.
And named any running quad
A doggie. And knew no sad-
ness. And knew only a tad.
To the moment I’ve in my wallet a wad.
Father has not stopped being a dad.
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