My Hero

My Hero I didn’t know there were bad folks In the world, when I was small, When my mama, dad and siblings Were my very all in all. My daddy was my hero and I’ve never changed my mind. A better man in entire world I am sure you couldn’t find. He worked so hard for all of us And never did complain. A farmer all his working years, He labored, sun or rain. He would rest a bit on Sunday After church and Sunday school, For to keep the Sabbath holy Was a Ten Commandments’ rule. He put our needs far above Any wishes of his own. If he had desires besides our welfare, He never made them known. He loved our mama dearly, Never said cross words to her. A rich man or my daddy, It’s my daddy she’d prefer. I never heard bad swear words Or dirty jokes when I was young. He warned each of the hired men That he better watch his tongue. He was not a truly big man, Only five feet nine inches tall, But when it came to manly virtues Was most heroic of them all.