Gazoogadrake

My name is Ferris the great Last name, Gazoogadrake. When Papa wrote this poem for me, I couldn't hold a rake! When I'm old enough to read this poem, I'll be big enough to use a broom. I'll do what Mom and Dad tell me, Make sure to clean your room! Do your homework too! I know they're think-ing for me, Think-ing thoughts a-head of mine. Those gifts are free-ly giv-en with love as it's de-sign. Before I really know what's what, they're putting food into my mouth. They give me this and give me that, It's cold outside, here comes a hat! These are some of all the gifts that now I re-co-gnize. Things you feel but can-not see with the na-ked eye. When I'm old e-nough to read these words that Pa-pa lov-ing-ly wrote for me, I'll read them back to the Ga-zooga-drake And say, I'll work for free.