What is the welcoming word I hear When I reach home at the close of day? “Glad you are with us, daddy, dear?” Something I’d like to hear you say? No, it is this, invariably: “Daddy, what have you got for me?”
“Deep affection,” I might reply; What would it profit if I did? I might answer: “The price to buy Clothes and edibles for you, kid.” You would repeat, insistently: “Daddy, what have you got for me?”
Isn’t my Self enough for you? Doesn’t my Presence satisfy? No, that spelling would never do; You want Presents, a new supply, When you inquire so eagerly: “Daddy, what have you got for me?”