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Edgar Guest - His Pa
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Some fellers` pas seem awful old,
An` talk like they was going to scold,
An` their hair`s all gone, an` they never grin
Or holler an` shout when they come in.
They don`t get out in the street an` play
The way mine does at the close of day.
It`s just as funny as it can be,
But my pa doesn`t seem old to me.
He doesn`t look old, an` he throws a ball,
Just like a boy, with the curves an` all,
An` he knows the kids by their first names, too,
An` says they`re just like the boys he knew.
Some of the fellers are scared plumb stiff
When their fathers are near `em an` act as if
They wuz doing wrong if they made a noise,
But my pa seems to be one of the boys.
It`s funny, but, somehow, I never can
Think of my pa as a grown-up man.
He doesn`t frown an` he doesn`t scold,
An` he doesn`t act as though he wuz old.
He talks of the things I want to know,
Just like one of our gang, an` so,
Whenever we`re out, it seems that he
Is more like a pal than a pa to me.
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