For the Dads

The chipmunks are oblivious
And so, too, are the birds.
I doubt if they would even care
If they could speak in words.

But humans and their calendars,
At least where I reside,
Know Fathers' Day's upon us;
By the rules we must abide.

A card or call's expected
And perhaps a little gift.
It needn't cost a fortune
But should give your dad a lift.

A barbecue's de rigueur
And the drink of choice is beer
To make the masculinity
Of this day very clear.

So here's to all the dads around
With grandpas, too, included.
Enjoy your burgers and your brews,
Though chipmunks are excluded.