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
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