Why do father’s have their day, when it’s not the other way,
Why don’t they have a day for all us sons?
And instead of toast in bed, they bring us tea instead,
And take us to the bakers’ for cream buns?
Why don’t daughters get a shot, of their mater’s party frock,
And perhaps a hundred knicker for the bar?
Instead of flowers and chocs, why not a serious jewellery box,
And a decent Porsche or other motor car?
So, please, parents, have your day, take the flowers, booze away,
Sit up and have your tea in bed,
Then designate a day, to do it t’other way,
And buy your cards and stuff for kids instead.