When my sons were a little to small
They thought they were big and tall
They worked hard, they had that fry
But put me on the spot when they asked "Why"
Dad why are there trees on the mountain?
Why just grass on the plains?
Why did your horse buck this morning?
Why are you so happy when it rains?
Why does the bald eagle scream?
Why sometimes theres a bad dream?
Why do you try to laugh when I cry?
And why do you stutter when we ask you why?
Dad, why do we have to go to school?
When its so important that we help you?
We don't mean to brag, but we can ride drag,
As well as any fool.

by Leon Autrey

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