A PARENT REPRIMANDED
Sometimes I think 'at Parents does
Things ist about as bad as us—
Wite 'fore our vurry eyes, at that!
Fer one time Pa he scold' my Ma
'Cause he can't find his hat;
An' she ist cried, she did! An' I
Says, "Ef you scold my Ma
Ever again an' make her cry,
Wy, you sha'n't be my Pa!"
An' nen he laugh' an' find his hat
Ist wite where Ma she said it's at!
"The childish dreams in his wise old head."