Bill Jones, who goes to school with me,
Is the saddest boy I ever see.
He’s just so ‘fraid he runs away
When all of us fellows want to play,
An’ says he dassent stay about
Coz if his father found it out
He’d wallop him. An’ he can’t go
With us to see a picture show
On Saturdays, an’ it’s too bad,
But he’s afraid to ask his dad.
When he gets his report card, he
Is just as scared as scared can be,
An’ once I saw him when he cried
Becoz although he’d tried an’ tried
His best, the teacher didn’t care
An’ only marked his spelling fair,
An’ he told me there’d be a fight
When his dad saw his card that night.
It seems to me it’s awful bad
To be so frightened of your dad.
My Dad ain’t that way- I can go
An’ tell him everything I know,
An’ ask him things, an’ when he comes
Back home at night he says we’re chums;
An’ we go out an’ take a walk,
An’ all the time he lets me talk.
I ain’t scared to tell him what
I’ve done to-day that I should not;
When I get home I’m always glad
To stay around an’ play with Dad.
Bill Jones, he says, he wishes he
Could have a father just like me,
But his dad hasn’t time to play,
An’ so he chases him away
An’ scolds him when he makes a noise
An’ licks him if he breaks his toys.
Sometimes Bill says he’s got to lie
Or else get whipped, an’ that is why
It seems to me it’s awful bad
To be so frightened of your dad.
