Posts filed under ‘father’

Buona Festa del Papà

June 21, 2020 at 6:21 am Leave a comment

Questions for a Dad

by Mandy Coe

The Children’s Poetry Archive: Questions for a Dad


May 16, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Small Steps Are Giant Leaps

by Aaron Sheldon

Small Steps are Giant Leaps” is about reminding parents that to our kids this is a new and exciting world just waiting to be explored.


April 28, 2016 at 1:41 pm Leave a comment

Cat’s In The Cradle

by Sandy & Harry Chapin


April 27, 2016 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Beautiful Boy


February 18, 2015 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Un topolino, un gatto e… un grande papà


June 16, 2013 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Father’s Valentine

by Jack Prelutsky

I’m working on a valentine,
my very special own design,
a heart to give my Dad tonight…
(it’s quite a chore to get it right).

The first time that I cut it out,
one side was thin, the other stout…
And so I tried to fix it, but,
I made an error when I cut.

I wasn’t careful, though I tried,
and overcut the other side…
Just one more snip should do it, then….
Whoops! I cut too much again!

A snip off here, a snip off there,
and maybe just another hair….
It’s finally done, but understand,
it’s somewhat smaller than I’d planned.

It’s not much bigger than a bean…
the tiniest heart I’d ever seen.
I guess I’ll give it to him now…
I bet he likes it anyhow!


February 14, 2012 at 11:25 pm Leave a comment


Tortillitas, tortillitas
Tortillitas para mama
Tortillitas para papa.
Las quemaditas para mamá;
Las bonitas pará papá

Tortillitas, tortillitas
Tortillitas para papa
Tortillitas para mama;
Tortillitas de salvado
Para papa cuando está enojado;
Tortillitas de manteca
Para mama que está contenta.

.en translation

“Tiny Tortillas”

Tiny tortillas, tiny tortillas
Tiny tortillas for mommy;
Tiny tortillas for daddy.
The brown ones for mommy;
The pretty ones for daddy.

Tiny tortillas, tiny tortillas
Tiny tortillas for daddy;
Tiny tortillas for mommy.
Bran tortillas
For daddy when he is mad;
Butter tortillas
For mommy when she is glad.

June 22, 2010 at 4:33 pm Leave a comment

You Two

from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Do you think I’m a lunatic? Wasting my time on a lot of silly inventions?

But they aren’t silly–they’re wonderful!

Nobody else could think of them!

That’s right! That is right–nobody else could think of
them!–yeah–after all…
What makes the battle worth the fighting?
What makes the mountain worth the climb?
What makes the questions worth the asking?
The reason worth the rhyme?

To me the answer’s clear;
it’s having someone near; someone dear
Someone to care for; to be there for.
I have You Two!
Someone to do for; muddle through for.
I have You Two!
Someone to share joy or despair with;
whichever betides you.
Life becomes a chore, unless you’re living for
someone to tend to be a friend to.
I have You Two!
Someone to strive for, do or die for
I have You Two!
Could be, we three get along so famously,
’cause you two have me, and I have You Two too.

(Breakfast is behind made, then Caractacus sneezes)

Someone to care for; to be there for.

I have You Two!

Someone to do for; muddle through for

I have You Two!
Someone to smile once in awhile with;
whenever you’re lonesome
I’ve a happy lot,
considering what I’ve got.
But, I couldn’t do more
Than you do for your poor Father.

(Kids: Daddy!)

Things go asunder
and I wonder why you bother.

Could be, we three get along so famously

we two have you,

and I have You Two


June 19, 2010 at 5:56 pm Leave a comment


by Rudyard Kipling
Audio: Project Gutenberg

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!


June 16, 2010 at 4:08 pm Leave a comment

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