MARGIE'S PLAYMATE

MARGIE'S PLAYMATE
Jean BarKer, Belvidere, Ill.

My daughter has a playmate,
And you have seldom seen,
Another friendship stronger,
Than Margie is for Jean.

They share their joys and troubles,
And maybe boy-friends too,
Of course they never tell me that,
But lots of things they do.

There was a fight the other day,
I don't know how it started,
The only thing I know for sure,
The two girls never parted.

Hey; both came home all out of breath,
But spirits soaring high,
She may be twelve years old; they said,
But she can't tell us a lie.

They're in and out, and up and down,
From morning until night,
They're in the snow, and rain and mud,
And usually a sight.

They go to school together,
To the skating rink close by,
On Sunday off to Sunday School,
Most anything they'11 try.

And now they've started playing jacks,
As soon as school is out,
They are under foot continually,
Sometimes I think I'll shout.

Oh yes, they have their spits and spats,
And swear they'll never speak,
But soon they'll stand around and look,
A bit ashamed and meek.

I've heard them say yes, more than once,
I'll never play with her,
Then Jean will say; Ah; Margie please,
And Margie will answer "sure".

I've heard a lot of folks declare,
That boys are mean and tough,
But when those girls get started,
The fighting sure gets rough.

And as I stopped to watch them,
The thought often comes to me,
If boys are rough and tougher,
Just how tough can they be?

Oh, I've had all those silly dreams,
Of a daughter small and shy,
And Margie turned out small and tough,
So I only stop and sigh.

But gee, I sure am proud of her,
For she is really sweet,
And when she curls up to be loved,
My Margie can't be beat.

It won't be many years until,
Jean may change to Jim,
I wonder just how much she'll change,
When she spends her time with him.

Maybe then I'll get my wish,
And she'll be sweet and shy,
But gosh I'm glad that Jean's around,
While time is passing by.

And as I bring this to a close,
I give my love to you,
My rough and tumble Margie,
And her playmate Jeanie too.

AUTHOR: Margaret Shankland 1947

MARGIE'S PLAYMATE Jean BarKer, Belvidere, Ill.

My daughter has a playmate, And you have seldom seen, Another friendship stronger, Than Margie is for Jean.

They share their joys and troubles, And maybe boy-friends too, Of course they never tell me that, But lots of things they do.

There was a fight the other day, I don't know how it started, The only thing I know for sure, The two girls never parted.

Hey; both came home all out of breath, But spirits soaring high, She may be twelve years old; they said, But she can't tell us a lie.

They're in and out, and up and down, From morning until night, They're in the snow, and rain and mud, And usually a sight.

They go to school together, To the skating rink close by, On Sunday off to Sunday School, Most anything they'11 try.

And now they've started playing jacks, As soon as school is out, They are under foot continually, Sometimes I think I'll shout.

Oh yes, they have their spits and spats, And swear they'll never speak, But soon they'll stand around and look, A bit ashamed and meek.

I've heard them say yes, more than once, I'll never play with her, Then Jean will say; Ah; Margie please, And Margie will answer "sure".

I've heard a lot of folks declare, That boys are mean and tough, But when those girls get started, The fighting sure gets rough.

And as I stopped to watch them, The thought often comes to me, If boys are rough and tougher, Just how tough can they be?

Oh, I've had all those silly dreams, Of a daughter small and shy, And Margie turned out small and tough, So I only stop and sigh.

But gee, I sure am proud of her, For she is really sweet, And when she curls up to be loved, My Margie can't be beat.

It won't be many years until, Jean may change to Jim, I wonder just how much she'll change, When she spends her time with him.

Maybe then I'll get my wish, And she'll be sweet and shy, But gosh I'm glad that Jean's around, While time is passing by.

And as I bring this to a close, I give my love to you, My rough and tumble Margie, And her playmate Jeanie too.

MARGIE'S PLAYMATE
Jean BarKer, Belvidere, Ill.

My daughter has a playmate,
And you have seldom seen,
Another friendship stronger,
Than Margie is for Jean.

They share their joys and troubles,
And maybe boy-friends too,
Of course they never tell me that,
But lots of things they do.

There was a fight the other day,
I don't know how it started,
The only thing I know for sure,
The two girls never parted.

Hey; both came home all out of breath,
But spirits soaring high,
She may be twelve years old; they said,
But she can't tell us a lie.

They're in and out, and up and down,
From morning until night,
They're in the snow, and rain and mud,
And usually a sight.

They go to school together,
To the skating rink close by,
On Sunday off to Sunday School,
Most anything they'11 try.

And now they've started playing jacks,
As soon as school is out,
They are under foot continually,
Sometimes I think I'll shout.

Oh yes, they have their spits and spats,
And swear they'll never speak,
But soon they'll stand around and look,
A bit ashamed and meek.

I've heard them say yes, more than once,
I'll never play with her,
Then Jean will say; Ah; Margie please,
And Margie will answer "sure".

I've heard a lot of folks declare,
That boys are mean and tough,
But when those girls get started,
The fighting sure gets rough.

And as I stopped to watch them,
The thought often comes to me,
If boys are rough and tougher,
Just how tough can they be?

Oh, I've had all those silly dreams,
Of a daughter small and shy,
And Margie turned out small and tough,
So I only stop and sigh.

But gee, I sure am proud of her,
For she is really sweet,
And when she curls up to be loved,
My Margie can't be beat.

It won't be many years until,
Jean may change to Jim,
I wonder just how much she'll change,
When she spends her time with him.

Maybe then I'll get my wish,
And she'll be sweet and shy,
But gosh I'm glad that Jean's around,
While time is passing by.

And as I bring this to a close,
I give my love to you,
My rough and tumble Margie,
And her playmate Jeanie too.