Father






My father knows the proper way
  The nation should be run;
  He tells us children every day
  Just what should now be done.
  He knows the way to fix the trusts,
  He has a simple plan;
  But if the furnace needs repairs,
  We have to hire a man.
  My father, in a day or two
  Could land big thieves in jail;
  There's nothing that he cannot do,
  He knows no word like "fail."
  "Our confidence" he would restore,
  Of that there is no doubt;
  But if there is a chair to mend,
  We have to send it out.

  All public questions that arise,
  He settles on the spot;
  He waits not till the tumult dies,
  But grabs it while it's hot.
  In matters of finance he can
  Tell Congress what to do;
  But, O, he finds it hard to meet
  His bills as they fall due.

  It almost makes him sick to read
  The things law-makers say;
  Why, father's just the man they need,
  He never goes astray.
  All wars he'd very quickly end,
  As fast as I can write it;
  But when a neighbor starts a fuss,
  'Tis mother has to fight it.

  In conversation father can
  Do many wondrous things;
  He's built upon a wiser plan
  Than presidents or kings.
  He knows the ins and outs of each
  And every deep transaction;
  We look to him for theories,
  But look to ma for action.

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