If I was paw and paw was me,
Gee! what a great thing that 'ud be!
I wouldn't whip him just 'cause he
Went sneakin' off sometimes to fish;
And if he'd druther play than go
To school I'd say 'All right,' and oh,
But wouldn't he have good times though,
With everything for which he'd wish !

I'd let him stay up late at night,
And then I'd go ahead and light
The gas for him, because he might
Bump into chairs or things, you see;
I'll bet he'd be that glad all day,
With not a thing to do but play,
He'd haft to yell, he'd feel so gay,
If I was paw and paw was me.

If I was in his place I'll bet
That everything he'd want he'd get,
I guess he'd think that he had met
The kindest paw he ever saw—
But still I'm glad that I can't be
My paw and that he isn't me,
Because if I was him, you see,
Then maw, she wouldn't be my maw.