In the Back Door Please
In the Back Door Please
She would stand and yell in the back door please.
It was always the same no matter who it was.
The mailman the milkman she would tell.
In the back door please.
Children would run to the house.
But before they could make another step.
In the back door, she would request.
No one dared to come to the front
The hall light was always out.
The reason she would yell was yet to be heard.
But I would say she just clean the floor
And she would yell in the back door PLEASE!!
Copyright © Harold Hunt Sr | Year Posted 2016
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