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

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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.

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

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

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