IT'S ONLY A GAME
Hey there Dad with the bitter tongue
Your words are wrong for a boy that young
He played his game, it's plain he tried
You're the only one not satisfied
It's not such an easy game to play
Though up in the stands it may seem that way
If you don't think he played that well
(The way you did in the N.H.L.)
You should have asked the coach for an extra sweater
Gone out there yourself and done it better
Teach by example, if you're top notch
Why are you such a pain to watch?
That's an awful burden as the boy grows older
That you're putting on a little shoulder
The skills of the game and in addition
The heavy weight of Dad's ambition
So be like a jock strap, Dad old sport
And give your son your full support
Where it counts and when he plays
Search inside for some words of praise
Have some sense for the boy inside
The deep felt need for a father's pride
Then perhaps as your son grows up
His love for his Dad is a brimming cup
It's only a game, should it end in tatters
Your love for your son should be all that matters
Author Unknown
