Dad Glad

Here is a rhyme I typed up long ago for my dad. While I am unsure of exactly when it was written, I know it was done about the same time as Smudge and the Fudge Grudge:

Our Dad
Is never sad.
Although he sometimes gets mad,
When we are bad.

"Calm down," we say. "Calm down."

"Or we will blow away to town.
To become a clown.
And wear a dressing gown.
Then people will frown."

"We will not be bad,
And you will be so glad.
That no one will be mad."

No, my dad is not mad, really...the words were merely meant to rhyme!