The times have proved my judgment bad,
I’ve followed foolish hopes in vain,
And as you look upon your dad
You see him commonplace and plain.
No brilliant wisdom I enjoy;
The jests I tell have grown to bore you,
But just remember this, my boy:
‘Twas I who chose your mother for you.
Your life from babyhood to now,
Has known the sweetness of her care;
Her tender hand has smoothed your brow,
Her love gone with you everywhere.
Through every day and every night,
You’ve had an angel to adore you!
So bear in mind I once was right;
‘Twas I who chose your mother for you!