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Edgar Guest - An Uncle
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BEIN` uncle to the kids,
Laughin` lips an` drowsy lids
Grimy hands an` tattered clothes,
Cheeks as red as any rose;
Willie Browns an` Jimmy Whites,
Sarah Smiths an` Mabel Brights;
One an` all I `m glad t` see,
Love t` hear `em "uncle" me.

Want no child t` "mister" me,
Don`t want no formality,
When a youngster`s playin` round,
Uncle has a sweeter sound;
Seems there`s somethin` in the name,
Takes your heart an` grips the same
In a way that makes you feel
Love is somethin` that is real.

Been their uncle now for years,
I have brushed away the tears
Of the little tots when they
Hurt themselves while at their play;
Nursed stone bruises. When they fell
Kissed the lumps t` make `em well;
Seen `em grow t` handsome men,
Uncle to their children then.

Ruther be an uncle than
Any other famous man;
Ruther have the children come
Blowin` horn an` beatin` drum
After me, when I go by,
Laughin` like a summer sky,
Than be great, an` miss the joys
Of the little girls an` boys.
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