Poppa you are so sweet
As a Genie granting me all my wishes!
And yet sometimes when I flounder
You strictly admonish,
Strictly chastise
So that I may know where
To rest my heart of reason!
Your pragmatism calls to me
And in the night with my head on the pillow
I wish for you and I, our hearts, to join
And your tongue to utter words
That I may carry on into eternity
In my memory
So that later someday I can write songs
Of you and I.
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