That’s My Pa
Always stern,
Likes no fun;
Sits and reads
When home he’ll come.
Says the light
Is awful dim;
Tells me not
To bother him.
Smokes his pipe,
Don’t say a word;
Says boys should be seen,
Not heard.
Makes me go
To bed at eight,
While he and ma
Both sit up late.
Looks at me
So awfully grave;
Tells me that
I must behave.
Thinks of no one
’Cepting ma.
Oh! he’s cranky—
That’s my pa.