IF PA COULD BE A BOY.

New Zealand Mail, Issue 1696, 31 August 1904, Page 86 (Supplement)

IF PA COULD BE A BOY.

I’ve often heard my papa say He wish'd he was a boy; That life would be one grand sweet song, With nuthin' left but joy.

If that is really what he thinks, I wish he'd take a try, An' if ho had to keep it up I bet that pa would die.

He couldn’t snoozie down in bed Till it was after eight. An' then git up as mad as hops 'Cause ma had called him late.

He couldn’t spit the coffee out An' call it poisoned slush, An' say the eggs weren't fit to eat. An' ask who burnt the mush.

For if h® tried such things as these M'd yank him by the hair An' fix him so he'd rather stand Thau sit upon a ohair.

He couldn't come home late at night An* then begin to scold. Because he'd made us wait so long The grub had gotten cold.

Ho oouldn't svhovo his plate away An' say ho w&rn't no hog; Ha couldn't swear, he couldn't Bmoke, He couldn’t kick the dog.

He couldn't rush out to the club .An' bar® a little game. An' then come home in such a way He didn't know his name.

If ho could be a boy again I think it might suit ma. But you can bet your button boofia It wouldn't do for pa! —’"Pearson's Weekly.”