Peppa Meets Oregon Dad

Morning rain on the Oregon glass

Dad says, Ibrahim, breakfast will pass

Dad packed snacks in a paper sack

Raincoat yellow, boots by the mat

Ibrahim laughed at the kitchen screen

A pink little pig made the oatmeal sweet

Oregon fir trees leaned in close

Like they knew the joke he loved the most

Cartoons on, kettle singing low

Tiny socks chasing where the raindrops go

Dad says every ordinary day

Can turn gold when you call my name

Dad in Oregon, coffee in his hand

Ibrahim dancing like a one-kid band

Pink pig on the screen,

rain on the roof

Love feels simple when the morning tells the truth

Hey now, hold on,

this is our song Small house,

big laugh, all day long

Down to the market past dripping pines

Dad makes a map from receipt-paper lines

Ibrahim names every puddle he sees One for the piglet,

one for the trees

The cashier grins at the muddy parade

Little boots squeak through a Saturday

Years run faster than cartoons end

Tiny hands turn into helping hands But Dad will keep that morning

bright

Saved like rain in Oregon light

Dad in Oregon, coffee in his hand

Ibrahim dancing like a one-kid band

Pink pig on the screen,

rain on the roof

Love feels simple when the morning tells the truth

Hey now, hold on,

this is our song Small house,

big laugh, all day long

Ibrahim, sleep while the rain goes on

Dad keeps the kettle warm till dawn (hummmm)