When Daddy comes home we'll tell him how good you were.
Even if it's not true,
even though you broke and smudged.
He'll come, shake out the oak and pine dust from his pants,
put down his tools,
give you a hug and love you.
He'll never know.
He'll say: “How brave you were.. ”
“You're Daddy's big boy.”
Just you and I will know
the secret that we had.
That today you were
so very very bad.
