City Cousin

My city cousin called them fireflies To me it was a lightnin' bug Her father drank imported beer My pa drank corn likker from a jug Her mother had fine linens Spread on the table with care My ma was lucky to have food To put on a table clean, but bare She never wore hand-me -downs Her dresses were always new She had lots of toys and dolls I always had so few My city cousin had her own room With furniture by Simon Lister I had feed sack curtains And shared a bed with my sister We grew up in different worlds And seldom saw each other Because her father was ashamed To call my pa his brother