My teacher said us boys should write
about some great man, so I thought last night
?n thought about heroes and men
that had done great things,
?n then I got to thinkin? bout my pa;
he aint a hero ?r anything but pshaw!
Say! He can ride the wildest hoss
?n find minners near the moss
down by the creek; ?n he can swim
?n fish, we ketch five new lights, me ?n him!
Dad?s some hunter too ? oh, my!
Miss Molly Cottontail sure does fly
when he tromps through the fields ?n brush!
(Dad won?t kill a lark ?r thrush.)
Once when I was sick ?n though his hands were rough
he rubbed the pain right out. ?That?s the stuff!?
he said when I winked back the tears.
He never cried but once ?n that was when my mother died.
There?s lots o?great men: George Washington ?n Lee,
but Dad?s got ?em all beat holler, seems to me!