Our son is here on Fathers Day, and we are oh so glad,

He’s here to spend some special time, with me and good old Dad.

Now Matt, He is a father to, he has his own wee lad,

I’m sure we’ll all have lots of fun, the best we’ve ever had.

Since Matt was small he’s loved to climb, suspended by his limb,

From tops of trees, he’d call to us, and mom put up a din.

Laughter follows where he is not one is sour or grim,

We’d like to tell him on his day, how proud we are of him.

You’ve brought us joy in every way; A son can ever do,

Who would have thought us two could raise a man as swell as you.

Your all the things a man should be, you’re brave and strong and true,

So Happy Fathers Day to you from Mom and Father to.

Linda Adsitt

1998