<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391055" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To a Usurper</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aha! a traitor in the camp,<br> A rebel strangely bold,--<br>A lisping, laughing, toddling scamp,<br> Not more than four years old!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To think that I, who've ruled alone<br> So proudly in the past,<br>Should be ejected from my throne<br> By my own son at last!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He trots his treason to and fro,<br> As only babies can,<br>And says he'll be his mamma's beau<br> When he's a &quot;gweat, big man&quot;!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You stingy boy! you've always had<br> A share in mamma's heart;<br>Would you begrudge your poor old dad<br> The tiniest little part?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That mamma, I regret to see,<br> Inclines to take your part,--<br>As if a dual monarchy<br> Should rule her gentle heart!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the years of youth have sped,<br> The bearded man, I trow,<br>Will quite forget he ever said<br> He'd be his mamma's beau.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Renounce your treason, little son,<br> Leave mamma's heart to me;<br>For there will come another one<br> To claim your loyalty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when that other comes to you,<br> God grant her love may shine<br>Through all your life, as fair and true<br> As mamma's does through mine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">1885.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391055" data-title="To a Usurper de Eugene Field" data-description="Aha! a traitor in the camp, A rebel strangely bold,-- A lisping, laughing, toddling scamp, Not more than four years old! To think that I, who've ruled alone So proudly in the past, Should be ejected from my throne By my own son at last! He t..."></div> </div> </div>

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