Childhood's happy home, and other verses

by Lemuel Kayhart

Even when made up with cotton and hair.

Here’s to the mother of one little boy,

Here’s to his papa who’s filled full of joy,

Here’s to the man who’s nary a son,

Here’s to the father of twenty and one.

Here’s to the babies, the sweet little dears,

Here’s to their parents who shed silent tears,

Here’s to the maid with a heart full of woe,

Here’s to the lass who can say yes or no.

Here’s to our cousins, our uncles and aunts,