I can't understand it at all, at all, Why on earth she should have to go, And leave me here in this old gray house, Needin' an' wantin' her so!
Oh, the very lonesomest thing of all In the wide, wide world to-day Is a big boy of twelve whose heart's just broke 'Cause his mother's gone away!
DADDY'S BOY.
It is time for bed, so the nurse declares, But I slip off to the nook, The cozy nook at the head of the stairs, Where daddy's reading his book.
"I want to sit here awhile on your knee," I say, as I toast my feet, "And I want you to pop some corn for me, And give me an apple sweet."
I tickle him under the chin—just so— And I say, "Please can't I, dad?" Then I kiss his mouth so he can't say no To his own little black-eyed lad.
"You can't have a pony this year at all," Says my stingy Uncle Joe, After promising it—and there's the stall Fixed ready for it, you know.
One can't depend on his uncle, I see, It's daddies that are the best, And I find mine and climb up on his knee As he takes his smoke and rest.