What Is The Welcoming Word I Hear When I Reach Home At The Close Of Day? "Glad You Are With Us, Daddy, Dear?" Something I'd Like To Hear You Say? No, It Is This, Invariably: "Daddy, What Have You Got For Me?" "Deep Affection," I Might Reply; What Would It Profit If I Did? I Might Answer: "The Price To Buy Clothes And Edibles For You, Kid." You Would Repeat, Insistently: "Daddy, What Have You Got For Me?" Isn't My Self Enough For You? Doesn't My Presence Satisfy? No, That Spelling Would Never Do; You Want Presents, A New Supply, When You Inquire So Eagerly: "Daddy, What Have You Got For Me?" 'Twould Be Much Nicer And Cheaper, Son, If I Were Welcome Without A Toy, But As I'm Not, I Must Purchase One And Take My Reward From Your Look Of Joy When You Open The Bundle And Cry: "O, See! See What Daddy Has Got For Me!"