My father knows the proper way <br /> The nation should be run; <br />He tells us children every day <br /> Just what should now be done. <br />He knows the way to fix the trusts, <br /> He has a simple plan; <br />But if the furnace needs repairs, <br /> We have to hire a man. <br />My father, in a day or two <br /> Could land big thieves in jail; <br />There's nothing that he cannot do, <br /> He knows no word like 'fail.' <br />'Our confidence' he would restore, <br /> Of that there is no doubt; <br />But if there is a chair to mend, <br /> We have to send it out. <br /> <br />All public questions that arise, <br /> He settles on the spot; <br />He waits not till the tumult dies, <br /> But grabs it while it's hot. <br />In matters of finance he can <br /> Tell Congress what to do; <br />But, O, he finds it hard to meet <br /> His bills as they fall due. <br /> <br />It almost makes him sick to read <br /> The things law-makers say; <br />Why, father's just the man they need, <br /> He never goes astray. <br />All wars he'd very quickly end, <br /> As fast as I can write it; <br />But when a neighbor starts a fuss, <br /> 'Tis mother has to fight it. <br /> <br />In conversation father can <br /> Do many wondrous things; <br />He's built upon a wiser plan <br /> Than presidents or kings. <br />He knows the ins and outs of each <br /> And every deep transaction; <br />We look to him for theories, <br /> But look to ma for action.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/father-164/
