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| William Jay Smith |
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| Look at him there in his stovepipe hat, His high-top shoes, and his handsome collar; Only my Daddy could look like that, And I love my daddy like he loves his Dollar. The screen door bangs, and it sounds so funny - There he is in shower of gold; His pockets are stuffed with folding money, His lips are blue, and his hands feel cold. He hangs in the hall by his black cravat, The ladies faint, and the children holler: Only my Daddy could look like that, And I love my Daddy like he loves his Dollar. |
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