Dear Dad,

As far as dad's go you're pretty elite.
Your heart is big and so are your feet. 
It seems you did a pretty decent job.
Except maybe for naming your daughter, Bob!?

You've worked really hard and given a lot.
In my book you've got the number one spot.
I know for any of us you'd take a bullet.
You might even be able to pull off the mullet. 

You are something for sure, and I'm glad you're mine.
That's why I wrote you a Happy Father's Day rhyme. 

Love,

Bob