THE MAN MY MOTHER THINKS I AM

                                                By Will S. Alkin

Whilst walking down a crowded city street the other day

I heard a little urchin to a comrade turn and say:

"hi chimie, lemme tell youse i'd be happy as a clam

if i only was the feller that my mudder tinks i am."

she tinks i am a wonder and she knows her little lad

could never mix with nuttin' dat was ugly, mean or bad.

oh lots of times i sit and tink how nice t'would be gee whiz-

if a feller was de feller dat his mudder tinks he is.

my friends, be yours a life of toil or undiluted joy

you can learn a wholesome lesson from that small unlettered boy.

don't aim to be an earthly saint with eyes fixed on a star

just try to be the fellow that your mother thinks you are.

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