  WHEN our fathers were little boys, Before they grew to men, I wonder did they make a noise Or have a good time then? I wonder did they ever fight And punch each other’s nose? Or if they always did just right And never spoiled their clothes. I wonder did their mothers scold Sometimes and make them cry? I wonder if they ever told A teeny-weeny lie? I wonder if they ever had Such dirty hands and face? I wonder were they ever mad And banged things ’round the place? I wonder did they ever run To fires hard as they could? Or if they called it better fun To sit still and be good? I wonder were they ever small And kept back in the shade? Or didn’t they have to grow at all, But just come ready made? |
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