And Another Thing
Mama got tired of his hats;
He strowed them all over the house,
Her temper was short, this woman,
Never as quiet as a mouse.
If it's been done before, I can do it,
So she went to the lumber store,
Bought a big flat board, brought it home,
With ten penny nails for her chore.
You never heard such a banging hammer,
The board went up with its nails,
And Pappa's hat rack was finished,
A coat of wall paint did prevail.
Now, the hats are a nice decoration,
If Pappa would just hang up them felts, but
Mama's got another thing to yell about,
"Hang up your blankety hats - or else!"
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