“Daddy’s Shoes,” Friend, June 1986, 32
Whenever I do things for Mom,
Dad says I “fill his shoes.”
How can that be? They’re much too large!
I’ll check each pair for clues:
My daddy’s work boots lace up high;
They’re leather, and they’re strong.
You couldn’t choose a better pair
To work in all day long.
For Sundays and dress-up affairs,
His shoes are shiny bright.
Dad looks just grand from head to toe—
He’s such a handsome sight!
He has some large black winter boots;
He wears them when it snows.
They buckle snugly ’round his feet;
They don’t have ties or bows.
Before bedtime, or after baths,
Dad’s slippers are his choice.
The shoes he wears for basketball
Sure have a squeaky voice!
My daddy’s shoes are still too large
(I’ve tried them all again),
But Dad says that I fill them
‘Cause I help like grown-up men.