THE COMPANY MAN

Sometimes the company man is wide, And sometimes he’s high and thin, But always he smiles, in the parlor there, When brother and I come in; He looks down at us in a grown-up way, With—“How are you children, my dears, today?” Then out to the table we go like a march, With mother-our-dear in the lead; And the company man sits down with smiles And eats very much indeed; We try to be quiet, as good as we can, And we stare all the time at the company man.