super dad

school was never my thing as a kid
sitting still and keeping quiet weren't what i did
so i got in trouble a lot
and told i was wrong
i felt bad and like i didn't belong
then you'd come to pick me up
and off we'd fly
on the back of your red honda scooter
i'd laugh as we left that awful place behind
then on went my cape and underoos
hair blown in the wind, my arms around you
the world became our own again
the possibilities had no end
color outside the lines
speak when there's something to say
if you're tired, sit
if you're not, play
I didn't like to read the Bobbsy Twins or Hardy Boys
so you gave me catalogs and i read about toys
people ask if i'm glad to have been schooled at home
the idea's hard to grasp and foreign to some
to this question i answer, definitively, yes
i'm more than glad, i'm blessed
my father, my teacher, my hero, my friend
you taught me no matter what i want to do
i absolutely can