HIS LADY FRIEND

Who is Sylvia? What is she

That early every morning

You desert your family

And rush to see her, scorning

Your once cherished ma and me?

Are her playthings such a treat?

I will steal‘ em from her;

Better that than not to meet

My son and heir all summer,

Save when he comes home to eat.

Or is she herself the one

And only real attraction?

Has your little heart begun

To get that sort of action?

Better wait a few years, son.