The poor man knows as well as does the good man how to work,

But one takes pride in every task, the other likes to shirk;

With just as little as he can, one seeks his pay to earn,

The good man always gives the bolt that clinching, extra turn.

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[Pg 52]

HIS PA

Some fellers' pas seem awful old,

An' talk like they was going to scold,

An' their hair's all gone, an' they never grin

Or holler an' shout when they come in.

They don't get out in the street an' play

The way mine does at the close of day.

It's just as funny as it can be,

But my pa doesn't seem old to me.

He doesn't look old, an' he throws a ball,

Just like a boy, with the curves an' all,

An' he knows the kids by their first names, too,

An' says they're just like the boys he knew.

Some of the fellers are scared plumb stiff

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