I’m not good with words, but,
you’re the pumpkin in my pie.
The cherry on top of my banana split;
The apple of my eye.

I’m not good with words, but
you’re the sunshine in my sky.
The heart shaped clouds all floating around;
The little blue bird flying high.

I’m not good with words but,
you’re the melody of a lullaby
The best of memories and times we’ve had;
The celebration to my Fourth of July,

I’m not good with words, but
I love you so much I could cry.
You’re the greatest father who ever lived;
And you’ll always be my guy.