Classic Poem

Every morning at
six o'clock I go to my work,
Over coat buttoned up 'round my neck no job would I shirk,
Winter wind blows 'round my head cuting up my face, I
tell you what I'd like to have my dear old father's place.
A man named Work moved
into town, and father heard the news, With
Work, so near my father started shaking in his shoes, When
Mister Work walked by my house he saw with great surprise, My
father sitting in his chair with blinders on his eyes.
At beating carpets
father said he simply was immense, We
took the parlor carpet out and hung it on the fence, My
mother said: " now beat it dear, with all you might and main, " And
father beat it right back to the fireside again.
Everybody works but father And he sits around all day,
Feet in front of the fire Smoking his pipe of clay,
Mother takes in washing So does sister Ann,
Everybody works at our house but my old man. man.