A skinny, funny-haired, little girl
Who looked up to her Daddy; was me.
My Daddy was Tall, and Stronger than all.
Oh, what a mighty man was he.

He sang about a ship going down at sea,
A song that made me cry,
Because little girls and little boys, had to leave their little toys
And the band played as the "Daddies" all died.

He worked on the railroad, at a place called "The Round House,
When I was very small,
And he told stories that would keep people listening,
He may have "fudged" it a bit: but he had them enthralled.

He had a push-button accordion~~~it must have been very old,
And somehow I broke it~~~~don’t remember just how,

He never did scold me about it,
Just sang me a song "'bout his sweet Karen Kay,
Who broke his accordion", that’s all.

He spanked me just once, oh~~~and I had it coming.
He caught me, so bold, and so brazen.
In the strawberry patch; eating green strawberries,
They weren’t any bigger than very small raisins.

Yes, that was my Daddy, a story-teller sublime,
A singer, a musician, a good Pal,
I was Daddy’s Little girl then~~~~and I still am today.
Oh, I loved being "Daddy’s little Gal…………"

Sadly missed
All these years later.
Love you Dad
5-18-1899----6-2-1959

Karen©
5-18-05
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