My Father
Some fathers aren't there for you
My father shows me love, care and he gives me money
He's the best father in the world
My father is kind, sharing, he's nifty
He's like a "red rose," dulcet
He's fine, fair, first-class always have been
He's been there since day one
Him loving me will never be done
We're covered by a quilt of love
It warms us like no other.
God used his hands of one so dear
The one I call my Father.
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