WHEN PAPA'S SICK by Joe Lincoln

Pacific Press Publishing Company · OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA · Nov 8, 1899

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 25, No. 45.

WHEN PAPA'S SICK.

By Joe Lincoln

WHEN papa's sick, my goodness sakes! Such awful, awful times it makes! He speaks in, O, such lonesome tones, And gives such ghastly kind of groans, And rolls his eyes, and holds his head, And makes ma help him up to bed, While Sis and Bridget run to heat Hot-water bags to warm his feet, And I must get the doctor quick— We have to jump when papa's sick!

When papa's sick ma has to stand Right side the bed and hold his hand, While Sis she has to fan an' fan, For he says he's "a dyin' man," And wants the children round him to Be there when "sufferin' pa gets through," And kiss us all, and then he'll die; Then moans and says his breathin's thick— It's awful sad when papa's sick.

When papa's sick he acts that way Until he hears the doctor say, "You've only got a cold, you know; You'll be all right in a day or so." And then—well, say! you ought to see, He's different as a man can be, And growls and scolds from noon to night Just 'cause his dinner ain't cooked right, And all he does is fuss and kick— We're all used up when papa's sick. —Joe Lincoln.