The Unemployed Father.

Unemployed father and his son.  Lindsay, California.

Daddy takes me to the park, he always does the dishes;

On rainy days we stay at home, watch DVDs with fishes.

He pours the milk on cereal, and gives me too much sugar.

He wipes my nose real carefully, to get out ev’ry booger.

He tucks me in most ev’ry night, and likes to tell me stories

Of wizards, knights, and giants who are seeking greater glories.

O, I am happy daddy’s home while mommy works a heap.

But why is it when no one looks, my daddy has to weep?