Father's Day, Dad, you volunteered for grill duty Apron tied tight, acting like the smoke obeys you First patty hit, got brittle in the middle You flipped it twice; the tongs met resistance I tapped mine; it rattled against the plate Dad, that's a hockey puck with pickle relish You called it seared, then asked who wanted seconds I reached for chips and kept my answer quiet
Dad, pull those burgers off the flame Father's Day, we love you all the same
Then you cranked the heat, determined to redeem dinner One drip caught fire; you leaned in closer The fire alarm cut through your confident silence You waved a towel, yelling, 'It's under control' Next door, the neighbors watched from their porch You lifted the lid; the smoke rose higher I passed you water, then we shut the gas We ate the sides; you laughed and put the tongs down
Dad, pull those burgers off the flame Father's Day, we love you all the same
Next year, Dad, let me handle the burgers You can take credit for the chips
Dad, pull those burgers off the flame Father's Day, we love you all the same
Happy Father's Day, Dad; leave that grill closed
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