I have a wonderous father, we mostly call him Dad.
He's often made me laugh and learn; less often made me sad.
He doesn't quite laugh oft' enough as once he did, by golly.
He's at his best when full of jest, immersed in pure folly.
He lives by his example, as great men always do;
inspiring is his leadership, integrity and true.
He taught me to kick soccer balls, for that I'm always glad.
No wonder then I love him, 'coz he's my mighty dad.



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