My daddy loves his coffee cup,
He drinks it down, then fills it up.
I say, “Oh no, not one more sip!
Your tummy’s turning into drip!”

He smiles and says, “It makes me strong!”
But I just laugh, “You’re wired all wrong!”
I hide his mug—he runs around,
“Where’s my coffee? Can’t be found!”

I giggle loud, “Now can you see?
You need more hugs instead of tea!”
He picks me up, both laugh and play,
Coffee can wait—at least today.