I have a dear old Daddy
For whom I nightly pray
He has a set of whiskers
They’re always in the way.

Oh, they’re always in the way
The cows eat them for hay
They hide the dirt on father’s shirt
They’re always in the way.

My father was a soldier
He fooled the enemy
He wrapped his whiskers’ round him
They thought he was a tree.


My father was a swimmer,
No swimming suit for him
He wrapped his whiskers ‘ round him
And then he dove right in.


My father bought an auto
A brand new Ford machine
His whiskers came in handy
For straining gasoline.

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