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Show A Mother's Love Therea nothing the matter with our little John, ' When he wants the tryke his brother's on; Or screams so loud the neighbors wake, Or eats the icing off the cake. When he throws a ball through the window pane, Or runs barefooted through the rain, j Or hits his mother or frowns at the cat, There's nothing wrong with all of that. With kisses ' and hugs he -erases what's bad. We can only remember the happiness hap-piness had, As we fold his warm softness into our arms, ! And smile with love at his dimpled dimp-led charms. There's nothing the matter with our little John, It's just human nature the way he carries on. But the neighbors must shrug1 at our misplaced pride, He's got more human nature than most kids inside. |