His
wife she likes to go to church,
He likes to stay at home;
And
so on this they’re far apart
As Mexico and Nome.
She
likes to call upon her folks
Each Sunday afternoon;
He
doesn’t like her folk at all –
A rift in love’s sweet tune.
She
likes to dance, or play at cards,
He likes to read the news;
She
revels in the latest songs,
But he cannot enthuse.
He
likes to hunt and fish and swim,
She thinks its folly quite;
She
scolds because his office keeps
Him now and then at night.
He
craves for fish upon the board,
At fish she makes a face;
He
likes to smoke – she will not have
A pipe around the place.
He
likes to rest. She likes to “go”,
Their likes are more than strong;
And
friends and neighbors wonder why
They do not get along.
June
1, 1913
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