Show THE DAWDLING AGE Take a boy of thirteen ye year years years- r iv When the dawdling age appers pI rs And in Ia him you'll plainly see see V All that once you used to be Didn't know it then but you Seemed so weary through ugh and through That when morning came you'd oud sit On yo your r bed and dream a bit While your mother called below Hurry Hum I You'll be late lat yo qu u knowl know Now h he dawdles dadles Just as I IDid Did in days so long gone by Fumbles with is clo clothes thes and seems Lost In boyhood's golden dreams Puts on stockings Inside out Sleepily he moves t And his mother much distressed Vows VoW'S lie he never will be dressed Hurry son eon she goes to to state Hurry Hum son BOn or you'lL you'lL-be be late L Long ng he bends above his shoe In the way I used to do While the precious minutes fly Long he fumbles with his tie But I chuckle at it all aU allAs allAs As I hear his mother his mother call Was Vas there ever oft she's said v t tSuch Such a little sleepy-head sleepy Yes there was I mutter low One you married years ago Copyright 1926 Edgar A A. G Guest st. e-st. |