That’s My Pa

Always stern, Likes no fun; Sits and reads When home he’ll come. Says the light Is awful dim; Tells me not To bother him. Smokes his pipe, Don’t say a word; Says boys should be seen, Not heard. Makes me go To bed at eight, While he and ma Both sit up late. Looks at me So awfully grave; Tells me that I must behave. Thinks of no one ’Cepting ma. Oh! he’s cranky— That’s my pa.