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Edgar Guest - When Pa Comes Home
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When Pa comes home, I`m at the door,
An` then he grabs me off the floor
An` throws me up an` catches me
When I come down, an` then, says he:
"Well, how`d you get along to-day?
An` were you good, an` did you play,
An` keep right out of mamma`s way?
An` how`d you get that awful bump
Above your eye ? My, what a lump!
An` who spilled jelly on your shirt?
An` where`d you ever find the dirt
That`s on your hands? And my! Oh, my!
I guess those eyes have had a cry,
They look so red. What was it, pray?
What has been happening here to-day?"

An` then he drops" his coat an` hat
Upon a chair, an` says: "What`s that ?
Who knocked that engine on its back
An` stepped upon that piece of track ? "
An` then he takes me on his knee
An` says: " What`s this that now I see ?
Whatever can the matter be?
Who strewed those toys upon the floor,
An` left those things behind the door?
Who upset all those parlor chairs
An` threw those blocks upon the stairs?
I guess a cyclone called to-day
While I was workin` far away.
Who was it worried mamma so?
It can`t be anyone I know."

An` then I laugh an` say: "It`s me!
Me did most ever`thing you see.
Me got this bump the time me tripped.
An` here is where the jelly slipped
Right off my bread upon my shirt,
An` when me tumbled down it hurt.
That`s how me got all over dirt.
Me threw those building blocks downstairs,
An` me upset the parlor chairs,
Coz when you`re playin` train you`ve got
To move things `round an awful lot."
An` then my Pa he kisses me
An` bounces me upon his knee
An` says : "Well, well, my little lad,
What glorious fun you must  have had! "
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