THEY say my dad is a very wise man And few lawyers can make things as plain as he can, But whenever to him with my questions I go, He always replies, "Ask your mother; she'll know." If I ask why Sue in the parlor at night, When Joe Clifford comes calling, must turn down the light, Till it shines with the tiniest, least little glow, He simply replies, "Ask your mother; she'll know." And when the baby curls up his bare toes And looks up so funny and gurgles and crows, I ask dad to tell me what makes him do so, But he's sure to reply, "Ask your mother; she'll know." And once when we had a new maid in the house, She dropped a big dish at the sight of a mouse; I couldn't see why, but dad said, "Suppose You wait till to-night and ask mother; she knows." I can't understand it, but somehow I feel That mother's not getting a downright square deal; Why don't they print her picture, in her best clothes, Like dad's in the paper? For mother she "knows." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH AND AGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SNOW-STORM by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ECHO AND THE FERRY by JEAN INGELOW SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMANDA BARKER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 43. ALL GRASP, ALL LOSE by PHILIP AYRES THE EMBROIDERESS AT MIDNIGHT by MARY ANN BROWNE |