To the poor unappreciated dear fathers
and to everything that they have to do
to the loss of hair, the unexpected weight gain
We call them grumpy, even when they're subdued
Sure, we vie for their undivided affection
but do we ever respond to them in kind?
They're expected to respond to our every need
We expect, we take, to their problems we're blind
So when you wish them on this father's day
He might be grumpy, but he's human too
He loves you, though he may not always show it
In his heart, there will always be room for you!