When Christmas Time Comes Round

These be the days I’m awful good,

     I help mama a lot;

An’ when papa wants erran’s run

     I’m right there on the spot.

I fill the wood box ev’ry night,

     An’ always keep in sound

Uv mother’s voice, to do her will,

     When Christmas time comes round.

Pa tells the neighbors that his son

     Improves from day to day;

He says he has great hopes uv me,

     I’d ruther work than play.

You see he doesn’t realize

     What secret I have found;

Nobody guesses why I’m good

     When Christmas time comes round.

To Uncle Henry I am good,

     To Granny I am fine;

In Sunday school, an’ ev’rywhere

     I’m promptly right in line.

When Christmas time is drawin’ near

     My record’s very high;

An’ if you’ve been a boy yourself

     You’ll know the reason why.

Sept. 7, 1902