Child Lover

 Drunk or sober Uncle Jim
 Played the boy;
Never glum or sour or grim,
 Oozin' joy.

Most folks thought he was no good,
 Blamin' him;
But where kiddies were, you could
 Bank on Jim.


Sure he allus hated work,
 Lovin' play.

"Jest a good fer nuthin' jerk,"
 Lots would say.

Yet how the children fell for him,
 Whooped with glee:
Guys so popular as Jim
 Seldom be.


How old songs, sweet as a bell,
 He would sing!
What grand stories he would tell,
 Gesturin'!
Elders reckoned him a sot,
 Sighin' sad;
But with tiny toddlers what
 Sport he had!

Might have had a brood, they said,
 Of his own;
Lost his wife in childbirth bed,
 Left him lone .
 .
 .

Well, now he is cold an' still,
 Here's to him:
Kids an' mothers always will
 Bless old Jim.

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