My Proud Pa
I’SPOSE the big head bendin’ over my crib
Is my Pa.
I 'spose that wiseacre whose talk is so glib
Is my Pa.
I’ve not been here long—my days are but three,
But there’s something that even a baby can see,
An’ the man who takes all of the credit for me
Is my Pa.
I 'spose that the man with the hat that won’t fit
Is my Pa.
I 'spose that the fellow who thinks he is it
Is my Pa.
He’s a little guy, too, but as proud as can be,
An’ the wonderful lady an’ I both agree
That the one who takes all of the credit for me
Is my Pa.
I ‘spose that the man with that face-stretching grin
Is my Pa.
I ’spose that the short chap, so terribly thin
Is my Pa.
My Ma is that wonderful lady in white,
Her voice is as sweet as an angel at night,
Now I’m next to that proud little geezer, all right!
He’s my Pa.
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