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DreamyGeorge Burnett Devine

Longing

When we were at the age of four, We sure were hard to please; We longed to play with lousy dogs Then get our hair full o' fleas. At ten we longed for slimy frogs, And fight the stinging bumble bees; We often wished that we could climb, Like chattering monkeys in the trees. At twelve we longed for man's estate, That we might come and go Wherever fancy seemed to call, Or travel with a medicine show. At twenty-five we were in love, And longed for pretty girls; Wished we had a million bucks, To buy them rings and strings of pearls.
CheerfulGeorge Burnett Devine

Planning the Future

When I was just a little boy An' Ma would tan my hide; I'd get my little doggie And to it I would confide. "We'll get up in the morning And hit it for the West; I'm sick an' tired of everything, We'll give this burg a rest. "We'll build a little cabin Clost to a swimmin' pool; There won't be any wash rags, And there won't be any school. "There won't be any errands, And there won't be any girls, To tattle on a feller An' git sand in their curls.
DreamyGeorge Burnett Devine

Lickin's

When your thoughts turn gently backwards To them days of long ago, Don't forget them good old lickin's When our Ma's would mix the dough. We were only little puppies And be snoozin' in the hay; And we'd get a sniff of cookin' "Oh, boy! It's bakin' day!" We'd do a bit o' grumblin' While totin' in the coal; But we wasn't sayin' nothin' When we'd get the mixin' bowl. It might be lemon custard, Or maybe choc'lit cake; But them surely were the lickin's Our Ma's knowed how to make.
CheerfulGeorge Burnett Devine

Hey, Ma!

There's a most perplexin' question 'Causin' boys so much dismay, Just what becomes of everything Their Ma's have put away. Remember gang, when we was kids, We couldn't find a thing? And how our marbles disappeared, As well as top and string? Our ketchin' glove was missin' And so was ball and bat; The fish hooks simply wasn't there, Nor was our cowboy hat. "Hey, Ma!" we'd holler, "Where's my knife? I had it only yesterday!" And Ma would say she didn't know, She'd put the thing away.
DreamyGeorge Burnett Devine

Sweet Marie

It seems to me but yesterday That I was a lad, and you Were just a little girlie With eyes of baby blue. I wore a suit of corduroy And you a crimson gown; Your hair resembled ripened wheat And mine was curly brown. We dreamed the dreams of childhood, While playing on the green; And often planned that we would wed When you were sweet sixteen. And other dreams of childhood Never have come true; And though my hair is turning gray I often think of you.

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