My daddy is a smoker br Disturbing us like a Hitler br He works in a smokers centre br And is a well know cigar lender br br His lungs are really black and white br To stop him smoke we always fight br His blood pressure is in the highest rate br To inhale smoke is our disastrous fate br br I don’t know when we will stop smoke-breathing br I don’t know when my daddy will stop cigar-smoking br br (written for my dad, Harris, who smokes as well as works in a 'smoker's centre)) br br br MARCH 28,2008br br sania harrisbr br