I wrote this poem for my son, when he was three years old, to explain to him what daddy did at work all day. Share it with your kids!
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Recruiting Rabbit closed a deal
so happy that he did.
He jumped for joy and rang the bell
and promptly called his kid.
"My son! I closed another one!
I'm so happy I could squeal!"
"That's great, my dad," his child replied,
"But what again is a deal?"
Recruiting Rabbit paused right then
and realized that he'd never
Explained exactly what he did
All day, which seemed forever.
It seemed so long to his dear boy
All day away from dad.
He'd never told him what he did
How the placements made him glad.
"My son," he said, "let's talk tonight
over dinner with your mother.
I'll tell you just what father does
to change the lives of others."
Recruiting Rabbit spent that night
around their little table.
He told them both exciting tales
of happy recruiting fables.
"My friends will call me with a need,
a position that I must fill.
So I call some of my other friends
and many others until...
"I find a friend who seems to want
to work at other places.
So I get both my friends togther
and hope for happy faces!
"I hope that they will also find
a new friendship with each other."
"I'm proud of you!" his little one said.
I'm glad that you're my father."
Recruiting Rabbit hugged his son
and hugged him oh so tight.
Recruiting Rabbig told him that
his words were such a delight.
He said as he fell asleep that night,
"You mean so much to me.
Your tender words are very dear
Much more than a big huge fee."
Morning came and he woke up fast
awoken by a little bunny.
"Daddy! Get up! Get on the phone!
Go make us all some money!"
by Scott Love