Gettin' Them Maters
When I was just a toddler,
Just a small tike I was
My Grandma grew a garden,
I liked them maters because.
Pa-Pa put me in the stroller,
Off to the garden we’d go.
He’d pick me some, and I would eat
Them little Tommy toes.
Grandma would see when we got to the house
Just a minute or so later.
Me and Pa-Pa had been to the garden and
He’d been getting’ me them maters.
My clothes would be soaked with that mater juice,
So into dry clothes I went.
Them maters were good, I knew one thing sure,
And that Pa-Pa was Heaven sent.
I’ve grown up now, and Pa-Pa’s in Heaven,
But my taste hasn’t changed though it’s later.
When Grandma grows them Tommy toes
I still enjoy getting’ them maters.
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