a 1935 popular song words and music by Frank Wine-gar, Buryl Retting, Jo Alden
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Stick in the mud, mother’s rosebud
Dumbbell at school but nobody’s fool
He’s just the sweetest blossom
In the backyard of ours
One roller skate, always home late
Supper is cold, then mother will scold
That little urchin
With his cut-over clothes of brown
The youngest in the fam’ly
We look for little from him
But he brings home the most love
When shades of night grow dim
Some day will come
They’ll take him from his babyhood
Maybe for good, but he will always be
A stick in the mud to me
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