Take Up The Household Burden.

Take up the household burden,
    No iron rule of kings,
But make your family understand
    That you are running things,
Don't storm around and bluster,
    And don't get mad and swear
If in the soup is floating--
    A rag and a hank of hair.

Take up the household burden
    In patience to abide,
To curse the irate grocer
    And make your wife confide
By open speech and simple
    And hundred times made plain
How she has sought to profit
    In spending all you gain.

Take up the household burden--
    The little baby boy,
And walk the floor in anguish
    And don't let it annoy.
For when the kid seems sleepy
    And you are feeling "sold,"
There comes a cry from baby boy
    That makes your blood run cold.

Take up the household burden
    And try and be a man,
Just simply grin and bear it
    And do the best you can.
Come now and try your manhood
    And let the future go,
And listen to your elders--
    They've tried it and they know.

Edwin C. Ranck

Edwin C. Ranck was an American lyricist noted for his work in the early 20th century. He was a prolific writer and his lyrics were often characterized by their humor and wit. One of his standout works is the poem 'The Optimist', which reflects his positive outlook on life. Beyond that, little is known about his personal life or career. He remains a somewhat obscure figure in literary history.

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