Each morning as I catch my bus, br A-fearing I'll be late, br I think: there are in all of us br Two folks quite separate; br As one I greet the office staff br With grim, official mien; br The other's when I belly-laugh, br And Home Sweet Home's the scene. br br I've half a hundred men to boss, br And take my job to heart; br You'll never find me at a loss, br So well I play my part. br My voice is hard, my eye is cold, br My mouth is grimly set; br They all consider me, I'm told, br A "bloody martinet." br br But when I reach my home at night br I'm happy as a boy; br My kiddies kiss me with delight, br And dance a jig of joy. br I slip into my oldest cloths, br My lines of care uncrease; br I mow the lawn, unhook the hose, br And glow with garden peace.