Grandma's House

My grandma on my daddy's side Was poor as ol' Job's dog She had 9 kids, at 10 bells chime They stacked like firewood logs Them feather beds, which they slept on Would cave in t'wards the middle And every day 'round 'bout the dawn She'd yell, "Come get these vittles" A can of worms, tied in a knot They'd squirm to get undone The first one got the you know what Then each would "go and run" Gather 'round the family trough To catch what she was slingin' No sound was heard not nar' a cough Complaints just left heads ringin' Sisters and brothers shared alike Back then, them days was hard And just like dogs and cats would fight The peckin' order carved Then each grew up and went their way But still talked on the phone Once they all left, they'd visit days Poor grandma was alone At special times would all come back First liar had no chance Sometimes my grandma'd give a smack Backside of their pants Respect was shown, regardless age There was no otherwise Them lessons learned back in them days Served each 'til end of time