We do love summer as a rule,
We've time to play and there's no school.
There's peace and quiet, yes, until,
Dano decides to use the grill!
As everybody clears the scene,
He lights the coals with gasoline.
Ever since he scorched his hair,
He wears asbestos underwear.
The burgers sizzle, then they flare.
As Dano calls out, "Who wants 'em rare?"
We all shudder when we see.
His dangerous rotisserie.
He roasts the corn right off the ear,
His blackened brats we really fear.
Dano's secret sauce, he stirs with glee,
To spread on ribs that stick to me.
And when we all sit down to eat,
We chew and chew and chew the meat,
And praise him, even though it's bad.
Cause after all, he is our DAD!