OUR PARENTS
OUR PARENTS
WHENpa is sick,He’s scared to death,An’ ma an’ usJust holds our breath.He crawls in bed,An’ puffs an’ grunts,An’ does all kindsOf crazy stunts.He wants “Doc” Brown,An’ mighty quick;For when pa’s ill,He’sawfulsick.He gasps an’ groans,An’ sort o’ sighs,He talks s’ queer,An’ rolls his eyes.Ma jumps an’ runs,An’ all of us,An’ all the house,Is in a fuss,An’ peace an’ joyIs mighty skeerce.—When pa is sick,It’s somethin’ fierce.
WHENpa is sick,He’s scared to death,An’ ma an’ usJust holds our breath.He crawls in bed,An’ puffs an’ grunts,An’ does all kindsOf crazy stunts.He wants “Doc” Brown,An’ mighty quick;For when pa’s ill,He’sawfulsick.He gasps an’ groans,An’ sort o’ sighs,He talks s’ queer,An’ rolls his eyes.Ma jumps an’ runs,An’ all of us,An’ all the house,Is in a fuss,An’ peace an’ joyIs mighty skeerce.—When pa is sick,It’s somethin’ fierce.
WHENpa is sick,He’s scared to death,An’ ma an’ usJust holds our breath.
WHENpa is sick,
He’s scared to death,
An’ ma an’ us
Just holds our breath.
He crawls in bed,An’ puffs an’ grunts,An’ does all kindsOf crazy stunts.
He crawls in bed,
An’ puffs an’ grunts,
An’ does all kinds
Of crazy stunts.
He wants “Doc” Brown,An’ mighty quick;For when pa’s ill,He’sawfulsick.
He wants “Doc” Brown,
An’ mighty quick;
For when pa’s ill,
He’sawfulsick.
He gasps an’ groans,An’ sort o’ sighs,He talks s’ queer,An’ rolls his eyes.
He gasps an’ groans,
An’ sort o’ sighs,
He talks s’ queer,
An’ rolls his eyes.
Ma jumps an’ runs,An’ all of us,An’ all the house,Is in a fuss,
Ma jumps an’ runs,
An’ all of us,
An’ all the house,
Is in a fuss,
An’ peace an’ joyIs mighty skeerce.—When pa is sick,It’s somethin’ fierce.
An’ peace an’ joy
Is mighty skeerce.—
When pa is sick,
It’s somethin’ fierce.
“WHEN PA IS SICK, IT’S SOMETHIN’ FIERCE”
“WHEN PA IS SICK, IT’S SOMETHIN’ FIERCE”
WHENma is sick,She pegs away;She’s quiet, though,Not much t’ say.She goes right onA-doin’ things,An’ sometimes laughs,Er even sings.She says she don’tFeel extry well,But then it’s justA kind o’ spell;She’ll be all rightTo-morrow, sure.A good old sleepWill be the cure.An’ pa he sniffs,An’ makes no kick,Fer women-folksIs always sick.An’ ma she smiles,Lets on she’s glad.—When ma is sick,It ain’t s’ bad.
WHENma is sick,She pegs away;She’s quiet, though,Not much t’ say.She goes right onA-doin’ things,An’ sometimes laughs,Er even sings.She says she don’tFeel extry well,But then it’s justA kind o’ spell;She’ll be all rightTo-morrow, sure.A good old sleepWill be the cure.An’ pa he sniffs,An’ makes no kick,Fer women-folksIs always sick.An’ ma she smiles,Lets on she’s glad.—When ma is sick,It ain’t s’ bad.
WHENma is sick,She pegs away;She’s quiet, though,Not much t’ say.
WHENma is sick,
She pegs away;
She’s quiet, though,
Not much t’ say.
She goes right onA-doin’ things,An’ sometimes laughs,Er even sings.
She goes right on
A-doin’ things,
An’ sometimes laughs,
Er even sings.
She says she don’tFeel extry well,But then it’s justA kind o’ spell;
She says she don’t
Feel extry well,
But then it’s just
A kind o’ spell;
She’ll be all rightTo-morrow, sure.A good old sleepWill be the cure.
She’ll be all right
To-morrow, sure.
A good old sleep
Will be the cure.
An’ pa he sniffs,An’ makes no kick,Fer women-folksIs always sick.
An’ pa he sniffs,
An’ makes no kick,
Fer women-folks
Is always sick.
An’ ma she smiles,Lets on she’s glad.—When ma is sick,It ain’t s’ bad.
An’ ma she smiles,
Lets on she’s glad.—
When ma is sick,
It ain’t s’ bad.
“WHEN MA IS SICK, IT AIN’T S’ BAD”
“WHEN MA IS SICK, IT AIN’T S’ BAD”