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
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