Four little boys were heard one day,
While they were ardently at play,
Discussing in their childlike way
Whose father drew the biggest pay.
The banker's boy said, I declare
My daddy is a millionaire.
Your dads with him will not compare.
This is the truth. It is, I swear!
Another boy said, with effect,
My daddy is an architect.
A thousand dollars, I suspect,
Most every day he will collect.
The doctor's boy said, with accent,
You'd think my daddy owned a mint,
And said, to help his argument,
He makes a lot by accident.
The preacher's son said, I submit
My daddy makes no little bit.
On Sunday morning, you'll admit
It takes six men to carry it.
M. E. (Buddy) Upchurch