Show Just Folks By EDGAR A. A GUEST Last ni night ht the mother shook her head Now something must be done she said They steal the cookies that I bake They pinch the frosting of off the cake They daily rob the pantry shelves To feed their playmates s and themselves They track the floors with muddy muddy muddy mud mud- dy feet I work all day to keep things neat I And in they come with whoop and shout And toss their playthings all about I wish you'd talk to them and see If It different they wont won't try to be Said I The woes that you re rehearse rehearse rehearse re- re hearse Are bad but still th they y could be worse Suppose the floors were always neat And never tracked ed by muddy feet Suppose there was no one ne to take The frosting from the chocolate cake Think how much happier you ou are Than folks who fill a cookie jar jarAnd jarAnd jarAnd And leave it on the shelf shel and know To ro steal from It no child will go How sad and lonely wed we'd be here hereIt If It cookies didn't disappear 1935 Edgar A. A Guest |