My Daddy

My stories about Daddy and me
Make Daddy out to be
An oaf, but that's not true.
He was smart and had common sense too.

Daddy was 38 when I was born.
I was his only child.
He worked his way to become assistant fire chief
Of a large Cleveland suburb, which he did admirably.

He was boss of three fire stations
And over sixty firemen within.
The firetrucks and equipment were his responsibility.
He ran it all for many years very efficiently.

In the 1930s he and other fire chiefs,
Using their own time and resources,
Did what was necessary to form
The Ohio Firefighters Union, which is still in force.

So as you see Daddy was on the ball.
However, as I've told you he wasn't a match for me.
So those of you who don't know it, you ought –
BEWARE of the little ones or you're gonna get caught.
Thanks to all you firefighters and police who do so much for us.

Carol Janovsky

Bay Village

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