The poem young Robert wrote his father.
This present is for my dad alone
To use when playing golf or sitting home.
He can use them after supper, or when riding in the car,
He can use them when relaxing or taking a trip far,
I know my dad is the best in the world.
Worth more to me than every diamond and peril (sic)
Though it's hard for him to believe
That I try each day to please him in every little way,
When sometimes he gets real mad at me
I think it best to keep quiet
so that he doesn't get more angry.
I keep his picture on my desk,
And also his handball medal above all the rest.
I'm very lucky to have a Dad this good
And if all the other kids only could,
You just can't beat him at any cost.
And without my dad, I'd be very lost.
Happy Father's Day... Love, Bobby