  They say I'm a bad-tempered man, And yet I never swear When flop into my porridge Comes a woolly Teddy Bear! They say I'm an impatient man, And yet I never shoot When, after breakfasting, I find Damp toffy in my boot! And when my wife and my two sons Are dutifully kissed, I don't go crook if I'm called back When Sufi has been missed! I'm always on the scowl and quick To censure or condemn; But, somehow things seem different With little boys like them. |
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