My Dad Was a Furrier Man
My dad was a furrier man, a hunter, a skinner.
He sometimes was traveling, not home for dinner.
He went to New York
Ate steak with a fork
When he came home with the money, a winner.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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