The Father
A father is the rock, upon which the family stands
And that we truly love him, a father understands
He decorates the house and unplugs the kitchen sink
And hums a funny tune, with a cheery little wink
He's always there for everyone; he makes us all feel good
And always buys us what we need just like a father should
So the rock which makes the father a rock that's hard and pure
A diamond that's what father is, the man we all adore.
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