I know, today, my dad, he has a birthday.
But yesterday we argued and argued.
So i began to ask, I need to know.
Mama, this morning please tell me his mood.
Check out this perfect gift that I got, it's kinda funny,
I made it, and I hope he likes it.
Tell me, is Dad, is he still really mad.
I know I blew it, I feel so bad.
What I said, it was bad, something like "I don't like you
Daddy!" but I guess I really mean it.
Are you mean, maybe not.
I can see that it was me.
And it's all because I couldn't be a good girl.
I will tell Daddy the moment that he gets home,
"I'm sorry that I hurt you, forgive me."
If only for today.
And I will give his present to him, smile, and say,
"Daddy, Daddy, happy birthday to you! Daddy, Daddy, Daddy
I love you too!"