"Bayou Bill" Scifres
Dedicated to the conservation and enjoyment of Indiana's natural resources
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Spoil Not the Child
Copyright © 2002 by Bill Scifres

'Twas a blustery winter's night, 
   And I wondered with delight .  . . 
 As I mused 

O'er the evening paper there, 
  With the fire, and easy chair . . . 
 And soft shoes 

Wondered, Oh! What joy . . . What fun, 
  To be father of a son . . . 
 Yes, a boon 

When I heard a tapping, hard, 
  Was it coming from the yard? . . . 
No! His room 

He's up playing in his lair, 
  Thought I, as I climbed the stair . . . 
 To his door 

Playing in his lair was right, 
  Pounding nails with my best pipe . . . 
 In the floor 

He showed no remorse or shame, 
  Said it was a little game . . . 
That he played 

Then his mother sauntered in, 
  With a worried look . . . chagrined . . . 
 And she stayed 

Now my son had grown much bolder. 
  With my wife's hand on his shoulder . . . 
 Teary eyed 

She said: "Dear, we must be fair!" 
  So I bent him o'er a chair . . . 
 Tanned his hide! 



All poems are copyrighted by Bill Scifres and may not be reproduced in any form without prior permission from the author.  For reproduction permission and media usage fees, contact: Bill Scifres, 6420 East 116th Street, Fishers, IN 46038, E-mail: billscifres@aol.com

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