My dad at home and at work
He comes home, has a shower.
And eats dinner, every day.
Now, he’s sitting in his favourite chair.
He's reading the paper
And watching television.
Soon he'll go to bed.
He's a boring man, my dad.
And then one day I see him,
On the building site, at work.
He's high up, in the clouds, up in the air.
He's making a building.
He's fixing a crane, so clever.
He's working higher than the birds,
He's walking on a narrow plank,
Not scared, not scared like me.
He's a super man, my dad.