A Slap Happy Pappy
Twenty thousand three hundred days
That's a humongous amount of days
But it's not a family record
One sister lived 30,310,10 as of today
Guess you could say I'm a contented person
With more than my share of happy
Why me? I have often asked
How come I'm a slap happy pappy
Is it just a roll of the dice
That determines which path we travel
Or at some point do we look at things
And say in humour I'd like to dabble
Whatever the reason whatever the cause
I've ended up sending out sillies
Had more than my share of happiness stuff
Guess that's why I'm a silly-billy
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