  THO’ you’re a heathen to the core And cause him untold pain, He knows everything about you But loves you just the same. You need not always seek him For he’s often seeking you. He has a welcome for the stranger But a warmer heart for you. He is rather scarce on talking But at listening he is good. You love to be around him But respect his solicitude. He is tactful of your failings, Well acquainted with your whim; And there’s nothing in this wide, wide world You would not do for him. |
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