Who's that stranger, Mother dear,
Look he knows us, ain't that queer,
Hush My own, don't talk so wild,
He's your father, dearest child.
He's my father, No such thing;
Father died away last Spring.
Father didn't die - you dub;
Father joined a golfing club,
But they closed the club, so he
Has no other place to go, you see -
No place left for him to roam -
That's why he is coming home.
Kiss him - he won't bite you child;
All them golfing guys look wild.
Size: 11"x14" in green and black
Calligrapher: Clifford D. Mansley