DAD by Charlie Grier When I was a tiny tot Someone cuddled me a lot; Used to hold me on his knee - Enter in my childish glee And by story, or by song, Entertain me all day long He's my Dad! Sometimes he would counsel me 'Bout the man he hoped I'd be. Now I'm grown and gone my way Father hasn't much to say. Still the question comes to me, Am I all he hoped I'd be? He's my Dad! Now a little "fuzzy head" Occupies a trundle bed - Laughs and coos - I do declare Couldn't do without him there! Never knew before such joy Could come from so small a boy - I'm his Dad! Sometimes I become quite grave - Will he always have to slave Like his dad from dyer need, Or, will he in life succeed? Most of all, will heaven and earth Be made richer by his birth? I'm his Dad! Listen, somewhere there's a man Who has tried as best he can, For his daughter, or his boy Who was once his fondest joy, If he's still alive today, Make him happy in some way - He's your Dad! Maybe, in this world of strife, He has missed some things in life. Don't be proud if you have had Priviledges denied to Dad. You owe much to him today Try to show it in some way - He's your Dad Note -- Written when John, Sr. was a baby in 1941.