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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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