Mother has had a heap of praise And she deserves it, goodness knows; But it is seldom that we gaze On any poetry—or prose That speaks of Dad, so I propose To make the Old Man's spirit glad By slipping him his due. Here goes, I sing a little song to Dad! Throughout his life he spends the days In earning cash to pay for hose And shoes and suits and rent; he pays And pays and pays, yet seldom shows Impatience as his burden grows; He keeps us housed and fed and clad, In summer's heat, in winter's snows, —I sing a little song to Dad! He understands our little ways He sympathizes with our woes, Our schemes he aids, our games he plays, And deep within his heart there glows A love he doesn't much disclose, But which outlasts good times and bad Withstanding all fate's stoutest blows; I sing a little song to Dad! ENVOY It's seldom any one bestows The praise that Father should have had, But—here's the debt that one man owes, I sing a little song to Dad! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD SUSAN by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE LAMENT OF THE IRISH EMIGRANT by HELEN SELINA SHERIDAN DECEMBER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ROBERT BURNS by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) AN INVOCATION by ISIDORE G. ASCHER LILIES: 30. THE WHOLE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) CHERRY-BUDS by GAMALIEL BRADFORD BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 1. THE SECOND SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |