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A table cloth that's slightly soiled	A
Where greasy little hands have toiled	A
The napkins kept in silver rings	B
And only ordinary things	B
From which to eat a simple fare	C
And just the wife and kiddies there	C
And while I serve the clatter glad	D
Of little girl and little lad	D
Who have so very much to say	E
About the happenings of the day	E
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Four big round eyes that dance with glee	F
Forever flashing joys at me	F
Two little tongues that race and run	G
To tell of troubles and of fun	G
The mother with a patient smile	H
Who knows that she must wait awhile	H
Before she'll get a chance to say	E
What she's discovered through the day	E
She steps aside for girl and lad	D
Who have so much to tell their dad	D
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Our manners may not be the best	I
Perhaps our elbows often rest	I
Upon the table and at times	J
That very worst of dinner crimes	J
That very shameful act and rude	K
Of speaking ere you've downed your food	K
Too frequently I fear is done	G
So fast the little voices run	G
Yet why should table manners stay	E
Those tongues that have so much to say	E
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At many a table I have been	L
Where wealth and luxury were seen	M
And I have dined in halls of pride	N
Where all the guests were dignified	N
But when it comes to pleasure rare	C
The perfect dinner table's where	C
No stranger's face is ever known	O
The dinner hour we spend alone	O
When little girl and little lad	D
Run riot telling things to dad	D

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