“Dad.”
Some boys they call their Dad—Papa. Oh, Gee! That makes me mad. It sounds so Stiff and like a book— You bet I call mine Dad. And he's a r'pper, too. you bet. The boys all wish they had A father that would laugh and joke, Aud love them like my Da,',. Of course, sometimes, when all the bills Come lu he's mighty mad. And then we sit as still as mice And hear him jaw, poor Dod. It’s always over soon, aud then You het we all feel glad. And then we all climb on his lap And hug and kiss ouj Dad. "You can’t have k'ds and money too,” He says, aud so he’s glad The good Lord made him poor or else He m'ghta’t been our Dad. I don't want to be Premier, Like every little tad! When I'm grown up. I’d rather be A nice man just like Dad.
MAY KELLY.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXV, Issue 13, 30 September 1905, Page 56
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156“Dad.” New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXV, Issue 13, 30 September 1905, Page 56
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