‘Tell us a story,’ comes the cry From little lips when nights are c… And in the grate the flames leap h… ‘Tell us a tale of pirates bold, Or fairies hiding in the glen,

There are little eyes upon you, an… There are little ears that quickly… There are little hands all eager t… And a little boy that’s dreaming o… You’re the little fellow’s idol, y…

WHAT does it all mean anyway, Noise of cannon and boom of gun, Deafening, colorful fire display Starting in with the rising sun? Ah, it means that this land of our…

I used to lose my temper an’ git m… An’ raise my voice so wimmin folks… I’d do things I was ashamed of wh… An’ wish I hadn’t done 'em, an’ r… But I’ve learned from sad experie…

I’d like to think when life is don… That I had filled a needed post. That here and there I’d paid my f… With more than idle talk and boast… That I had taken gifts divine.

I’ve trudged life’s highway up and… I’ve watched the lines of men marc… I’ve seen them in the busy town, And seen them under country sky; I’ve talked with toilers in the ra…

You’re just a little fellow with a… Just three-foot-six of mischief se… You’re always up to something with… And you leave a trail o’ ruin on t… An’ I wonder, as I watch you, an’…

Each evening on my lap there climb… A little boy of three, And with his dimpled, chubby fists He pounds me shamefully. He gives my beard a vicious tug,

The telephone rang in my office to… as it often has tinkled before. I turned in my chair in a half-gro… for a telephone call is a bore; And I thought, ‘It is somebody wa…

My Pa says that he used to be A bright boy in geography; An’ when he went to school he knew The rivers an’ the mountains, too, An’ all the capitals of states

For this and that and various thin… It seems that men must get togethe… To purchase cups or diamond rings Or to discuss the price of leather… From nine to ten, or two to three,

The dreams of youth are fairest, The dreams of youth are rarest; The dreams of youth are brighter Than the dreams we’ll know again. Hope is the fairy weaver

Some folks leave home for money And some leave home for fame, Some seek skies always sunny, And some depart in shame. I care not what the reason

There’s the mother at the doorway,… And the little parlor windows with… There are shaggy asters blooming i… And the simplest of the blossoms s… Oh, there isn’t any mansion undern…

WHEN I was but a little tad I u… Tell friends about the good old da… My dear old kindly gran’dad, too,… When he was in his twenties, and c… The burden of their song always wa…