Bib Ballads — His Sense of Humor

HIS SENSE OF HUMOR

Perhaps in some respects it's true That you resemble dad;

To be informed I look like you Would never make me mad.

But one thing I am sure of, son, You have a different line Of humor, your idea of fun Is not a bit like mine.

You drop my slippers in the sink And leave them there to soak.

That's very laughable, you think But I can't see the joke You take my hat outdoors with you And fill it full of earth;

You seem to think that's witty, too, But I'm not moved to mirth.

You open up the chicken-yard;

Its inmates run a mile;

You giggle, but I find it hard To force one-half a smile.

No, kid, I fear your funny stuff, Though funny it may be, Is not quite delicate enough To make a hit with me.

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