FATHER'S WHISKERS



We have a dear old daddy

For whom we daily pray,

He's got a set of whiskers,

They're always in the way.



Cho: 0h, they're always in the way,

The cows eat them for hay,

They hide the dirt on father's shirt,

They're always in the way.



Father had a strong back,

Now it's all caved in,

He stepped upon his whiskers

And walked up to his chin.



We have a dear old mother,

With him at night she sleeps,

She wakes up in the morning

Eating Shredded Wheat.



We have a dear old brother,

He has a Ford machine,

He uses father's whiskers

To strain the gasoline.



We have a dcar old sister,

It really is a laugh,

She sprinkle's father's whiskers

As bath salts in her bath.



Father has a daughter,

Her name is Ella Mae,

she climbs up father's whiskers

And braids them all the way.



Around the supper table

We make a merry group,

Until dear father's whiskers

Get tangled in the soup



Father fought in Flanders,

He wasn't killed, you see,

His whiskers looked like bushes

And fooled the enemy.



When father goes in swimming,

No bathing suit for him,

He ties his whiskers 'round his waist

And gaily plunges in.



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