A Dad For All Seasons
You could always tell, When springtime came around, Dad would take his pail and knife, To see if dandelion could be found. We ate many meals, With bacon dressing and dandelion, too. He made it mighty tasty, He knew just what to do. Then along came summer, He’d take his pail and off he’d scurry, For he knew every place in town, Where he could find the sweetest berry. Not to mention his big garden, Which was planted with lots of care. He cooked and canned and even gave away, No matter what he had — He would always share. And then came the fall, He ...