Each day, you know, regardless of the weather
I try my best to be a perfect father
But there are sins that now I must confess
Which make my efforts futile more or less:

We’re taught to live our lives in moderation
But when it comes to love there’s a temptation
To disregard the rules we should live by…
Who loves too much his children? — here am I!

We’re taught we should abide in deference
By laws about the abuse of preference
Yet here I fall again, for of my daughters
The favourite is you and sod les autres

Forgive me, Maharaj’, there’s an excuse
Today you’re 23, haul out the booze🍾