When a Dad returns home
Even black and white turns gay
And all the grime and soot
Is lost to the winds away

When a Dad returns home
Autumn becomes Spring Day
For every dying root,
Begins to sprout new shoots

When a Dad returns home
The burrows lift their heads
And twitch about their noses
For the fox has gone astray

When a Dad returns home
The whole city's anew, alight
For even the most boring of codes,
Can be untangled spun in a whine

When a Dad returns home,
The family's all aspree, for - Dad, Dad!
Wait for Me!