"Daddy, where's my face?" It's behind that bottle, dear. "Daddy, where's my face?" Now it's hid behind your ear. "Daddy, where's my face?" Up upon the mantlepiece. "Daddy, where's my face?" Now it's underneath the fleece. "Daddy, where's my face?" Safe within my memory. "Daddy, where's my face?" It's nowhere that I can see. "Daddy, … Continue reading “Daddy, Where’s My Face?”