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IN THE MORNING by BURGES JOHNSON

First Line: REGGALERLY EVERY DAY, / WHEN MY PAPA'S GOTTEN UP
Last Line: PUTTIN' PRICKERS IN MY CHIN.
Subject(s): FATHERS & SONS; SHAVING;
Reggalerly every day,
When my papa's gotten up,
I can see him far away
Mixin' sumpin' in a cup;
I can hear him slappy-slap
With a knife against a strap.

He is such a funny sight
In the mirror on the shelf,
With his face all blobby white,
Makin' faces at himself;
But I mustn't laugh, or he
Comes an' rubs it all on me!

Papa says when I'm growed up,
With some troubles an' a wife,
I can have a mixer-cup
An' a shiny crooked knife;
But he says I must begin
Puttin' prickers in my chin.



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