Go’n’ To Be Like Dad

Go’n’ To Be Like Dad.
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Across the district sehoolroom flour
The checkered shadows
While on the benchained and
Those dignitaries sit:

A president is in the roar
With freckles on his nom
Beside him aita a pirate chief,
Who wiggles all hin tocs.

The generals are scattered thick:
An admiral is near:
A cowboy and a learned judge
Each flank an engineer.

Then comes a curly-headed chap
God bleas the little tad!
His high ambition is but this:
He’s “go’n’ to be like dad.”

O dad, the job thus resta on you,
And fallure would be sad;
Don’t let the great men beat the chap
Who’s “go’n’ to be like dad.”
-Melandburge Wilson.