For the Dads

The chipmunks are oblivious And so, too, are the birds. I doubt if they would even care If they could speak in words. But humans and their calendars, At least where I reside, Know Fathers' Day's upon us; By the rules we must abide. A card or call's expected And perhaps a little gift. It needn't cost a fortune But should give your dad a lift. A barbecue's de rigueur And the drink of choice is beer To make the masculinity Of this day very clear. So here's to all the dads around With grandpas, too, included. Enjoy your burgers and your brews, Though chipmunks are excluded.