Shane’s Declaration

This is a true story of a relative, who shall remain nameless. RIGHT!

 

SHANE’S DECLARATION

 

The children stood upon the stage

Each holding words upon a page

In turn they read a line or two

On what their Daddy’s always do

 

One Dad fought crime, and one fought fires

One farmed land, and one sold tires

Shane was nervous when his turn came

And couldn’t remember his own name

 

Poor Shane’s courage was almost gone

So the congregation clapped him on

But he’d lost the paper that he had

So the Preacher prodded the little lad

 

What does your Dad do every day?

Shane thought a bit on what to say

Then the little boy in Sunday clothes

Yelled out, “My daddy picks his nose!”

Phyllis A. DeWitt-VanVleck