★ At Dinner Story :
No matter where we children are We run in answer to the bell, And dinner comes in piping hot; It makes us hungry just to smell.
Poor Father sharpens up his knife, And carves with all his might and main; But long before he’s had a bite Our Willie’s plate comes back again.
We eat our vegetables and meat, For Mother, who is always right, Says those who wish to have dessert, Must show they have an appetite.
And when a Sunday comes around, So very, very good we seem, You’d think ‘most any one could tell That for dessert we’d have ice-cream.
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