Father and son

Lyrics

In the land of the living room, where the toys are strewn,
A mighty warrior readied, to face a fierce monsoon.
Little Timmy the Bold, with his trusty wooden sword,
Prepared to do battle, with his father’s mighty roar.
He donned his armor, a cape made of sheets,
And he sharpened his skills by stomping his feet!
Oh, the battle’s begun, in the house of the brave,
Timmy’s charging forth, no time to behave!
His father stands tall, with a glance full of might,
But Timmy’s got plans, he’ll win this fight tonight!
The father, so mighty, with his remote in hand,
Sits on the throne, like a king in the land.
But Timmy is stealthy, with his eyes full of glee,
He’s ready to strike, just wait and you’ll see!
He charges forth boldly, with a battle cry loud,
“Prepare for defeat, Father, and make me proud!”
Oh, the battle’s begun, in the house of the brave,
Timmy’s charging forth, no time to behave!
His father stands tall, with a glance full of might,
But Timmy’s got plans, he’ll win this fight tonight!
The first strike was swift, a pillow to the face,
Father’s mighty roar echoed through the place!
But the father, unfazed, tossed the pillow aside,
And Timmy had to dodge, with nowhere to hide!
The dad grabbed a snack, but Timmy was quick,
He lunged with a sock, and flicked it with a flick!
Oh, the battle’s begun, in the house of the brave,
Timmy’s charging forth, no time to behave!
His father stands tall, with a glance full of might,
But Timmy’s got plans, he’ll win this fight tonight!
Then came the final round, where both stood tall,
Father and son, in the hallway of the hall.
Timmy, exhausted, but his eyes full of pride,
His father, too, was feeling that tide.
With one final charge, Timmy gave it his all,
But Dad pulled the ultimate move — “A tickle attack” call!
Oh, the battle’s been fought, in the house of the brave,
Timmy charged forth, but was caught in the wave!
Father stood tall, with a ticklish might,
And Timmy, defeated, surrendered the fight!
And so the battle ended, with laughter and cheer,
Father and son, with no reason to fear.
For the greatest of battles, though fierce they may seem,
Are won in the end by love’s mighty gleam!
So next time Timmy rises, with sword in the air,
His father will meet him, with tickles to spare!