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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408084" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dad's a Millionaire</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish you joy, my little ragged throng--<br>Your Dad's a millionaire!<br>The fortune's come, we've waited for so long,<br>And I'm a millionaire!<br>Come Will, come Bub--go buy some better shoes;<br>Come Liz, come Lu--go tell your Ma the news--<br>Though once poor, we're now as rich as Jews,<br>For I'm a millionaire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hurrah! hurrah! now give us a rousing song--<br>Good bye! good bye! to poverty, want and care;<br>The fortune's come, we've waited for so long,<br>And Dad's a millionaire!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good news! I'll go a shopping--so I will,<br>For Dad's a millionaire!<br>And I must have a thousand dollar bill,<br>As Dad'a a millionaire!<br>Put on your duds, and you'll go with me Lu!<br>Come Bub, go call a carriage from the square;<br>We'll ride in style along the avenue,<br>For Dad's a millionaire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hip, hip, hooray! run up the striped flay--<br>My Dad's a millionaire!<br>This bless-ed day, I'll buy a trotting nag,<br>For Dad's a millionaire!<br>I vow, I'll smoke three-cent gigars no more!<br>Here, take them Bub, and pitch them out the door;<br>I'll have the best--the dearest in the store,<br>Now Dad's a millionaire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, wife, you think this house will never do<br>Now I'm a millionaire?<br>Well, I must build a mansion then for you,<br>As I'm a millionaire!<br>Though as for me, I think I should invest--<br>My whole pile in some mammoth farm out West,<br>Yet I can build, if you should think it best,<br>Since I'm a millionaire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll tell you what! we'll give a party then,<br>As Dad's a millionaire!<br>And we'll invite none but the &quot;upper ten,&quot;<br>Since Dad's a millionaire!<br>I should be sure to find another beau,<br>For dukes and lords, and nobles would be there--<br>I've turn'd him off--the tailor's clerk, you know,<br>Now Dad's a millionaire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Clay+Work">Henry Clay Work</a><div class=q>
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Your Dad's a millionaire!
The fortune's come, we've waited for so long,
And I'm a millionaire!
Come Will, come Bub--go buy some better shoes;
Come Liz, come Lu--go tell your Ma the news--
Though once poor,..."></div>
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