"Wait till your Pa comes home!" Oh, dear! What a dreadful threat for a boy to hear. Yet never a boy of three or four But has heard it a thousand times or more. "Wait till your Pa comes home, my lad, And see what you`ll get for being bad, "Wait till your Pa comes home, you scamp! You`ve soiled the walls with your fingers damp, You`ve tracked the floor with your muddy feet And fought with the boy across the street; You`ve torn your clothes and you look a sight! But wait till your Pa comes home to-night." Now since I`m the Pa of that daily threat Which paints me as black as a thing of jet I rise in protest right here to say I won`t be used in so fierce a way; No child of mine in the evening gloam Shall be afraid of my coming home. I want him waiting for me at night With eyes that glisten with real delight; When it`s right that punished my boy should be I don`t want the job postponed for me; I want to come home to a round of joy And not to frighten a little boy. "Wait till your Pa comes home!" Oh, dear, What a dreadful threat for a boy to hear. Yet that is ever his Mother`s way Of saving herself from a bitter day; And well she knows in the evening gloam He won`t be hurt when his Pa comes home.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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