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My daddy is
my fav'rite pal, And I help him ev'ry day. It's plain to see I want to
be Like him in ev'ry way. (Children's Songbook, page 211.) Donna
Christensen, "Dad and Me," Friend, June 1992, 8-10
My daddy and
I are the very best friends.
He likes to
call me his good buddy.
We always go
fishing
And swim in
the creek,
And hunt
snakes, then go home very muddy.
When Mom
says, "You're dirty you can't come inside,"
My dad looks
at me, and he grins.
We hook up
the hose,
Then we turn
on the tap
And the first
one who's clean is who wins.
All sopping
and drippy, we lie on the porch
Until we've
been dried by the sun,
Then fold up
the lawn chairs
And sneak in
the back,
Have a snack,
and make plans for more fun.
Today is the
day that the lawn must be mowed
'Cause
Grandpa and Grandma are coming.
We snap on
the grass bag,
Then yank on
the cord,
And the neat
old machine starts a-humming.
At first
Daddy tells me to just sit and watch,
While he does
the hard work of mowing.
But soon he
winks at me,
And he calls
me to help,
'Cause, he
says, he can see I've been growing.
Last Saturday
morning, my dad said, "Good buddy,
Just cast
your eyes out in the yard.
That great
big old tree there
Is calling to
me
Building tree
houses isn't too hard!"
I got my red
wagon, and Dad got some tools:
Two hammers,
two saws, and some nails.
We went to
the shed, where
The dogs are
all fed,
And picked
out some planks and some rails.
We measured
and sawed for an hour or two
(The ground
was soon covered with dust).
I climbed to
the top while
Dad handed
things up
(He knew I
was one he could trust).
When the tree
house was done and our workplace was clear,
We entered
our mansion to rest. Mom brought us some cookies
And two cups
of milk.
Dad chortled,
"Aren't these times the best!"
Last spring
when the winds started whipping and blowing,
My dad said,
"The time is just right
To get some
wood
And some
paper and string
And to build
a fantabulous kite!"
We found a
big field with no wires or trees.
We ran till
the kite was in flight.
Up into the
blue
With the
birdies it flew
Till it
almost soared clear out of sight.
At night,
after Dad has been working all day
And I'm
tuckered out just from playing,
We sit and
read books or
Tell stories
and talk,
Then we kneel
with the fam'ly for praying.
He sits by my
bed, and he tousles my head;
He wishes me
happiest dreaming.
As I go to
sleep,
Through
half-closed eyes I peep,
And I see my
dad's kind face is beaming.
I'm my
daddy's buddy, his helper, his friend;
I guess you
could call us a pair.
I cannot
believe that
A child could
find
Any niftier
dad anywhere!
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"Choose
you this day
whom ye will
serve
but for me
and my
house we will
serve the Lord "
