13.He comes home, has a shower,
And eats dinner, every day.
Now he's sitting in his favourite chair,
Too tired to laugh or play.
He reads his book or newspaper,
To learn what's new today.
Soon he'll go to bed.
He's a boring man, my dad.
Then I see him working,
On the building site.
He's high up in the clouds ,
Higher than a kite.
He's walking on a narrow piece of wood,
Not worried about the height.
Not afraid, not afraid like me.
He's a superman, my dad.