Fathers are missing. Where do they go?

Do they tumble down hills and into the sea?
Do they attach to an aero plane and dive over trees?
Are they running from their mothers?
Do they live like wolves with others?
Or is it just my father who is gone?

Do they hide behind red buses?
Do they dig so no one fusses?
Is it a game of hide and seek?
Will I find them if I peek?
Or is it just my father who is gone?

Are they punished for a fight?
Did they forget to be polite?
Are their feet too small to hold them?
Do you think a fairy sold them?
Or is it just my father who is gone?

If I buy magic powder at the county fair
Will the father’s reappear out of the air?
Will their daughters have a dance?
Will their son’s have a chance?
Or is it just my father who is gone?

Are their legs long like spiders?
Are they lone range riders?
Are they hiding in the crowd?
Could it be that they’re too loud?
Or is it just my father who is gone?

Does he know that I’m lopsided?
Even though I try to hide it?
I could fly if he would hold me
Do great things if he would mold me.
I think it’s just my father who is gone.