A Father's Job

Lyrics: Philip D. Stern Music: Philip D. Stern Hey dad look Yeah Yeahyeah look look dad! Ouch! We've got a lot of work to do Let's start small A father's job is to teach his boy and make sure he's very skilled To survive the cold and find food to eat and in the process not get killed Ouch! That is sharp... A father's job is to teach his boy to be sensitive yet still strong... To hold this running skills with some chasing drills for the next hurt that comes along Seventeen can't use a club oh dear oh dear oh dear I must step up and train this pup to hunt and fish and spear... Ouch that's sharp！ Hey dad I'm hungry Oh yeah me too！ Why don't you go collect some berries for supper？ A herbivore... Whatever did I do... A father's job is to teach his kid when to run and when to fight And make sure his wife in the dead of night does adventure out of sight He was young when she left us my dear my dear my dear So for her I'll raise him well and proud she'd be to hear I've raised him to be smart like her full of the Grace and heart like her I've raised him to be kind and wise and strong like her A father's job is to teach his boy be aware the senses stray Where am I..? Get to higher ground when the rains abound so you're never washed away