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Edgar Guest - Worth While
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He doesn`t care that I`m not rich, 
Or that I`m poorly dressed, 
That I`m a toiler in the ditch 
He hasn`t even guessed. 
My faults that other people know 
He doesn`t even see, 
For every night with eyes aglow 
He toddles up to me. 

Although I`m just a common dub,
And ordinary clay, 
His cheek to mine he`s glad to rub 
Before I go away; 
And every night when I return, 
He`s glad as he can be, 
And though but little I may earn 
He toddles up to me.

To come to me he`d leave a king,
If one were sitting near, 
Unto no millionaire he`d cling
If only I`d appear. 
And though but tattered rags are mine
When I go home to tea 
With eyes that fairly beam and shine
He`d toddle up to me.

And so I`ve reason to be glad,
And reason to rejoice, 
It`s worth the world to be a dad, 
To be a baby`s choice. 
There is no prize fame can bestow, 
No joy can ever be 
So real, as when, with eyes aglow, 
He toddles up to me.
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