Fathers are a gift from God,
that you can’t return.
Maybe you won’t want to,
If you enjoy that kind of pain.

Dads are a gift to little blonde girls
to unwanted blue eyed girls,
who “Should just be locked in closets”
listening to “I’ll starve you’s”

Dad’s are a gift to little girls.
They’re for playing catch,
Hi-ho-cherry-o,
And eating Truck Stop french fries with.
And sometimes,
Theyre for playing dodge the tools
daddys throwing at your head,
or jump over the gate and escape his hands
as fast as you can.

Fathers are a gift to teenaged girls,
if they’re not looking for a father figure
to be loved by,
or bought school supplies from.

Dads are Gods gift to sick girls in hospitals
who don’t want visitors,
and sick in the head girls too crazy to be his.

Fathers are Gods gift to little girls made for staying up late
To play cards.
For eating Santas cookies,
and for fixing bicycles.

Fathers are a gift from God,
in fairytales and family sitcoms.