Grandma's Dinner Bell

The old dinner bell sits silent now on its hook Calls to meals no more My Grandmother's bell Rang every night for supper We came a runnin' Sunday fried chicken Wednesday was a large pot roast Friday was pork chops I lived for those days My three favorite meals Ran fast on them days Wash our hands and face Sit down so that we can say grace Pass the potatoes Those days stay with me I sometimes ring the old bell Just because I can