Daddy can bounce and play,
While he sleeps four hours a day,
He brushes the flies away,
But Daddy ain’t got no milk.
Daddy can sing you a lullaby,
Nonsense he makes up on the fly,
He marvels at the beauty in your eyes,
But Daddy ain’t got no milk.
Daddy ain’t got no milk.
With hopes and dreams that soar,
For happiness, health and more,
He watches you breathe from the door,
He’s so tired he’d sleep on the floor,
Chasing windmills and imagined wars,
Sniffing out dangers like a wild boar,
But Daddy ain’t got no milk.
Daddy ain’t got no milk.
Your Daddy ain’t got no milk.
Wonderful poem! It’s probably a great lullaby too.
LOVE this! 😉
“Mommy ain’t got no ____” would make an awesome sequel poem. Too bad there is not much to fill in the blank with!
Grand Rounds is up, and your post is in it.
Please let your readers know.
Thanks!
Hank Stern
I can *hear* this.
Sung by Nina Simone.
(Not that your voice wouldn’t be perfectly adequate.)