Not Forgetting Dad
A new kid's come to our house;
A peach, I'm here to tell;
And things are topsy-turvy like—
Still—Father's doing well!
'Twas 3 A. M. this morning
That it began to squall;
Some neighbors got excited—
But Dad wa'n't feased at all.
Twas—oh, yes, quite expected—
And welcome, I opine;
And bibs and socks and—things are made,
And—Daddy's feeling fine!
Another Christmas present!
Gee, that's hard luck for fair!
The Old Man says, "Mere bagatelle,
Why should a fawther care?"
How's Mother? Oh, she's so-so!
The Kid? Well, it will do.
Of Papa we are glad to state
That he will sure pull through.
Then, here's a cheer for Mother;
One for the Kid we give;
Now ready—give a score of them:
Doc says that Pa will live!
