A Matter of Manners

Little girls should be seen and not heard My Father used to say Sit up straight in the chair Or you'll have hell to pay Don't fiddle with your napkin Or your knife and fork Close your mouth when you eat It's rude to chew and talk When you've finished eating Don't ask to be excused too quick You had to let your meal digest Or you may be sick A little different from today When manners don't seem to matter Children take their meal from fridge to microwave And eat it in front of the tv Straight from the platter