“When the baking is done we’ll go and have fun”,
I promised, and ruffled his hair.
My birthday boy clutches his newest toy,
a boat that he’s itching to sail,
he gives me a grin then he’s off in a spin,
leaving a breeze in his trail!
“Daddy where are you? I’m going to help mum,
when she’s finished baking she says she can come.
We’re all going to the lake and I’m going to take
the boat that you gave me to sail”.
Daddy appeared and my heart cheered,
to hear that he’d mended the car.
Despite the talk of how we could walk,
the lake was really quite far.