AFRAID OF HIS DAD

Bill Jones, who goes to school with me,

Is the saddest boy I ever see.

He's just so‘ fraid he runs away

When all of us fellows want to play,

An’ says he dassent stay about

Coz if his father found it out

He'd wallop him. An’ he can n't go

With us to see a picture show

On Saturdays, an’ it's too bad,

But he's afraid to ask his dad.

When he gets his report card, he

Is just as scared as scared can be,

An’ once I saw him when he cried

Becoz although he'd tried an’ tried

His best, the teacher did n't care

An’ only marked his spelling fair,

An’ he told me there'd be a fight

When his dad saw his card that night.

It seems to me it's awful bad

To be so frightened of your dad.

My Dad ai n't that way — I can go

An’ tell him everything I know,

An’ ask him things, an’ when he comes

Back home at night he says we're chums;

An’ we go out an’ take a walk,

An’ all the time he lets me talk.

I ai n't scared to tell him what

I've done to-day that I should not;

When I get home I'm always glad

To stay around an’ play with Dad.

Bill Jones, he says, he wishes he

Could have a father just like me,

But his dad has n't time to play,

An’ so he chases him away

An’ scolds him when he makes a noise

An’ licks him if he breaks his toys.

Sometimes Bill says he's got to lie

Or else get whipped, an’ that is why

It seems to me it's awful bad

To be so frightened of your dad.