Dad needs another new tool,
For a project he thinks is cool.
Off to the hardware store we go,
When Mom finds out, she just might blow.
After we go through the checkout
I curl my lip and start to pout.
"Uh-oh, now what's wrong?" Dad asks me.
"Why are you no longer happy?"
"Hungry," I say in a small voice.
Dad basically has no choice.
We rush the in-store hot dog stand -
The only lunch I think is grand.
