Wendell had a little girl
Her top was sure to blow
But everywhere that Wendell went
That girl was sure to go!
Out to feed fish
They’d often go
Chewing the steering wheel
Was the way to go.
She chewed up the wheel
That steered old green bean
And her daddy still loved her
Her needs they were seen
She rode with this dad
To haul a big shed
And marble slab ice cream
She was offered and fed
And then she got bigger
And still loved her dad
He helped her through problems
That to her seemed quite bad
When storms came her way
And filled her with fright
She’d talk to her dad
And he’d lead her right.
And then she met Jace
His eyes brimmed with tears
He gave her away
Wishing her many good years
And still to this day
His number I call
He still has good light
He’s there when I fall.
And I thank you my daddy
For loving just me
Just me like I am
For loving just me
Happy birthday to my daddy❤️
3 comments:
Aww 🥰
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Nothing quite like a daddy ! I sure miss mine 😇
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