You know, He turned eighty-one his last birthday,
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and I should be taking care of him;
but you'd think I'm still ten years old,
and my chances of growing up are slim.
He took care of me when I was a baby,
and gave me everything as I grew;
He had a hard time saying no;
he spoiled me through and through.
He taught me to be a good person,
and he taught without a rod;
He taught me life wasn't always easy,
He taught me to always trust God.
And now I just turned sixty,
and I cherish the life I've had;
and still if there's something I need,
I know I can turn to my Dad.