Mother is all that is noble and fine,
And all that is right and good.
She richly deserves every sonnet sung
To her glorious motherhood.
And when Mother receives some acclaim
The whole wide world is glad,
But away down deep in every heart
There's a place that is just for Dad.
We may not shower him with praise
Nor mention his name in song,
And sometimes it seems that we forget
The joy he spreads as he goes along,
But it doesn't mean that we don't know
The wonderful role that he has had.
And away down deep in every heart
There's a place that is just for Dad. |
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