AFRAID OF HIS DAD
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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