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Edgar Guest - Afraid Of His Dad
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Bill Jones, who goes to school with me,
Is the saddest boy I ever see.
He`s just so `fraid he runs away
When all of us fellows want to play,
An` says he dassent stay about
Coz if his father found it out
He`d wallop him. An` he can`t go
With us to see a picture show
On Saturdays, an` it`s too bad,
But he`s afraid to ask his dad.

When he gets his report card, he
Is just as scared as scared can be,
An` once I saw him when he cried
Becoz although he`d tried an` tried
His best, the teacher didn`t care
An` only marked his spelling fair,
An` he told me there`d be a fight
When his dad saw his card that night.
It seems to me it`s awful bad
To be so frightened of your dad.

My Dad ain`t that way--I can go
An` tell him everything I know,
An` ask him things, an` when he comes
Back home at night he says we`re chums;
An` we go out an` take a walk,
An` all the time he lets me talk.
I ain`t scared to tell him what
I`ve done to-day that I should not;
When I get home I`m always glad
To stay around an` play with Dad.

Bill Jones, he says, he wishes he
Could have a father just like me,
But his dad hasn`t time to play,
An` so he chases him away
An` scolds him when he makes a noise
An` licks him if he breaks his toys.
Sometimes Bill says he`s got to lie
Or else get whipped, an` that is why
It seems to me it`s awful bad
To be so frightened of your dad.
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