Aqua Dad

This is the story of a boy called Tom.

Tom is very very small.

This is also the story of Tom’s Dad.

Tom’s Dad is very very tall.

Tom is a very smiley boy

But our story starts quite sad

Tom wanted more than anything

To be big just like his Dad.

Next to his Dad everyone else

Looked like little tiny ants.

You could probably fit ten people

In a pair of his enormous pants!

One of Tom’s favourite things

Was to sit on his Dad’s shoulder

“I wish I was big like you” he’d say.

“You will be son, when you’re older”

One day Tom was watching his Dad,

Sawing some wood in the shed

He looked as high as he could see

Right up past his Dad’s head.

He stretched and stretched and craned his neck

He stared up ever so high.

Something glinted in the sun

A glass box had caught his eye

Tom was looking at a fish tank

Perched high up on the shelf,

His Dad had to get it down for him.

He couldn’t reach it himself

The tank was completely empty

Except for one pretty shell

Together they filled it with water

Three fish and a snail as well

Tom watched his fish for hours

The snail’s shell was so shiny

They were little, just like him

Next to his Dad they were tiny

Tom lay awake in his bed that night

He thought hard and made a wish.

“It would really be lots of fun” he thought,

“If my Dad were the size of a fish”

As he drifted off to sleep,

Willing himself to grow,

In the corner of his room

The fish tank started to glow…

The sound of splashing awoke him

To an incredible surprise

He looked in amazement at the fish tank

He couldn’t believe his eyes!

There just under the surface

Riding around on a fish

Was his tiny little Dad

He had been granted his wish!

His Dad gave him a wave

And a lovely friendly grin

He was having a wonderful time

And Tom wanted to join in!

But Tom was just too big

For the very very first time!

He watched his Dad with envy

As he rode his snail through the slime

Instead he just sat back and laughed

and enjoyed watching his Dad.

He thought to himself that maybe

“Being small isn’t so bad,

I have plenty of time to grow,

After all I’m only six”

He giggled as his Dad swam around

Doing lots of nifty tricks.

Tom watched and laughed all morning

Until he had to go to school

Leaving Dad the aquatic hero

To enjoy his tiny pool

As he played in the playground

He pictured his Dad in the water

Enjoying himself with no concern

About being a little bit shorter

His Dad was a brilliant swimmer

But he preferred him his normal height

He quietly wished that he’d grow back

By dinnertime tonight

When he got home he ran upstairs

To set his tiny Dad free

But Dad was stood in his sopping wet trunks

Full size, the way he should be

That evening Dad joined him at the table

And picked Tom up in his arms

He whispered in his tiny ear

“Being little has its charms”

Tom smiled up at Dad

With his bald and shiny head

His Dad grinned back at him

And carried him up to bed

Dad watched his son falling asleep,

And quietly switched off the light.

“You’re perfect just as you are” he whispered.

“To me, you are just right.”