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The Man My Mother Thinks I Am

Whilst walking down a crowded city street the other day,
I heard a little urchin to a comrade turn and Say:
"Hi, Chimmie, lemme tell youse, I'd be happy as a clam
If I only was de feller dat my mudder tinks I am.

She tinks I am a wonder, and she knows her little lad
Could never mix with nuttin dat was ugly, mean or bad.
Oh, lots of times I sit and tink how nice 'twould be, gee whiz,
If a feeler was de feller dat his mudder tinks he is."

My friend, be yours a life of toil or undiluted joy,
You can learn a wholesome lesson from that small, unlettered boy.
​Don't aim to be an earthly saint, with eyes fixed on a star;
Just try to be the fellow that your mother thinks you are.

Will S. Alkin

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