"I'm ready Daddy,"

I heard my boy say

As him and his Father

Were outdoors to play.

Here I come ready or not."

But this dad knew his son's hiding spot.

"Where could he be?"

He asked, looking behind a tree.

His son was hiding behind a plant,

To small for cover unless you're an ant.

But dad did his best to pretend not to see

what would be clearly visible

To you and to me.

"Is he here?" he asked.

Giving a bush a jiggle.

Soon to be rewarded

By his son's giggle.

Wherever can he be?

Dad said with a grin.

"Here I am Daddy!"

he was right behind him.