FATHER - Fulke Greville, Baron Brooke Poems

 
 

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FATHER

My father knows the proper way
    The nation should be run;
He tells us children every day
    Just what should now be done.
He knows the way to fix the trusts,
    He has a simple plan;
But if the furnace needs repairs,
    We have to hire a man.

My father, in a day or two
    Could land big thieves in jail;
There's nothing that he cannot do,
    He knows no word like "fail."
"Our confidence" he would restore,
    Of that there is no doubt;
But if there is a chair to mend,
    We have to send it out.

All public questions that arise,
    He settles on the spot;
He waits not till the tumult dies,
    But grabs it while it's hot.
In matters of finance he can
    Tell Congress what to do;
But, O, he finds it hard to meet
    His bills as they fall due.

It almost makes him sick to read
    The things law-makers say;
Why, father's just the man they need,
    He never goes astray.
All wars he'd very quickly end,
    As fast as I can write it;
But when a neighbor starts a fuss,
    'Tis mother has to fight it.

In conversation father can
    Do many wondrous things;
He's built upon a wiser plan
    Than presidents or kings.
He knows the ins and outs of each
    And every deep transaction;
We look to him for theories,
    But look to ma for action.