Bib Ballads — His Imagination

[Illustration] HIS IMAGINATION

One thing that's yours, my little child Your poor old dad is simply wild To own.

It's not a book or toy;

It's your imagination, boy.

If I possessed it, what a time I'd have, nor need to spend a dime!

I wish that I could get astride A broom, and have a horse to ride;

Or climb into the swing, and be A sailor on the deep blue sea, Or b'lieve a chair a choo-choo train, Bound anywhere and back again.

If I could ride as fast and far On ship or horse, in train or car, As you, at small expense or none, If I could have one-half your fun And do the things that you do, free, I'd give them back my salary.

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