Dearest Daddy!

Form the start till the star 

I beckon the lord from afar. 

In the morning fain I see

Thee work so hard to make me free.  

Holding my hand in the street,

Thee made me stand on mine own feet.  

The smiles I wore were all from thy visage; 

Dearest Daddy, thank you for all the tales.  

Thee gave thy all since I was born,

I shalt make thee fustian before I'm gone.  

Thee semper did hold me out my strife,

Dearest Daddy, thou art my life.  

Words are less to describe what you've done;

I feeleth did bless at which hour 

I becometh thy appreciation. 

Though we shareth not the same blood, 

Still thee giveth me the most wondrous in this world.  

It's sore to be a single father;

And raising an orphan is what Godmen both'r!

I'm a mistress anon and not a wench issue,

Thou art worried about my future life;

I know thee won't directly express. 

But daddy! I'll at each moment be thy dram princess!