Show THE CURTAIN ON MA'S Ma's pulled down the parlor and she wears it on her but she's Has all beat in our She has' sort of let it so you'd never see her face If you didn't peek up under when the wind blew out the Pa don't somehow seem to like He came home the other night And kept at the window as if something wasn't When he asked about the curtain and ma showed him what she'd done What he saidi to her was and it wasn't said in Her new hat is like a bucket or a basket upside And you never could tell whether she was white or black or Nearly all her face is hidden away up inside her hat Just her chin sticks out below and the curtain covers pa won't a woman do to try to be in I suppose you'll get to the old carpet after If your face is so blamed homely that you hate to have it Why not wear a mask or hide it with a decent Ma appeared to be She had done the best she But it was her she told always to be Though it ought to be much things are dismal m our flat Since ma took the parlor curtain and arranged it on her S. E. Kiser in Chicago |