MY DADDY'S A POLICEMAN.
Copyright, 1896, by Frank Tousey.
Words by W. M. Sagar Music by R, A. Browne.
Some children playing tag together In the street one day.
Were romping merrily about in happy, childish way;
No thought of care or trouble found within their hearts a place,
And happiness shown bright upon each little childish face;
But soon the clouds obscured the sunshine in each happy heart,
And angry words and bitter tears began to play a part;
Then to one little chap of six, who'd caused the tears to fall,
A little maiden said these words that meant so much to all:
"My daddy's a policeman, and you'd better be good, I say!
If I tell dad, he'll put you in the wagon and he'll take you far away;
He says his duty is to keep in jail the people who are bad,
And if you don't do just what is right I'll go and tell my dad!"
The childish quarrel soon was over, tears were brushed away,
And once again in ev'ry heart sweet sunshine held its sway;
And of the little ones who played together on the scene,
The lass whose dad was a policeman reigned acknowledged queen
Her playmates were her subjects, and her simple word was law;
For of the mighty man in blue the children stood in awe;
And now they whispered 'mongst themselves that sunny, Summer's
When to her wee companions did the little lassie say: [day,