In a dismal house there was a table.
It was dark, wooden, and old
and on that table sat a mug
that had "Number 1 Dad!"
written on the front.

An old man was talking happily to the mug.
Though his eyes looked tired
as they darted to look at the empty chairs
and his voice was growing feeble.

The man sat in one of the five chairs
that surrounded the old table.
The other chairs were empty.
They already had gathered dust.

The mug he spoke to
did not contain anything to drink,
but it held four daisies.
All had pushed through the dirt long ago.

When the dirt in his mug began to shift
the old man didn't even move the cup.
It's like he didn't even notice
when the fifth daisy pushed up.

In a dismal house there was a table.
It was dark, wooden, and old
and on that table sat a mug
that had "Number 1 Dad!"
written on the front.

In that mug a fifth daisy pushed up.
...
What happened to that family?
They pushed too many daisies up.
What does that mean?
I don't know! That's what Dad told me!
Dad never told me that!
Well that's because I'm older than you!
So what! I'm not the one who lost their--
SHUT UP
...