The Wild Man
"Who's the stranger, mother dear? Look! He knows us! Ain't he queer?" "Hush, my own! Don't talk so wild, "That's your father, dearest child!" "He's my father? No such thing! Father died, you know, last spring!" "Father didn't die, you dub! Father joined a golfing club, But they closed the club, so he Had no place to go, you see! No place left for him to roam, That's why he's coming home. Kiss him—he won't bite you, child, All these golfing guys look wild!"