FATHER'S WHISKERS

We have a dear old daddy
For whom we daily pray,
He's got a set of whiskers,
They're always in the way.

Cho: Oh, they're always in the way,
The cows eat them for hay,
They hide the dirt on father's shirt,
They're always in the way

I learned it in camp as "Daddy's Whiskers." The 'full' version of this song is in the DT database, although one can make up new verses ad nauseum. Do a search on [Father's Whiskers] including the square brackets as shown.