In June's embrace, we gather near, To celebrate a father dear. Steve, the best dad, a beacon bright, Guides our dreams with gentle light. On fields where football's spirit soars, He cheers us on, our spirits roar. In quiet nights with pages turned, Harry Potter's magic learned. In the card shop's nostalgic aisles, He shares our joy with knowing smiles. A pickleball court, lively and wide, Where he shows us how to glide. With love that spans both time and space, He builds a world where dreams embrace. Come Father's Day, we sing of Steve, A loving dad, who we believe.