Mrs 'Odson's Baked Beans On Toast

Memories of childhood days long past When summers seemed to last and last And in those summers' days long gone In memory the sun always shone. And I remember now Something quite funny; Most of the time We had no money. Not yet men yet not quite boys Past the stage of playing with toys Long days spent on Cowden beach Two miles away so in easy reach. And life was a wheeze a joke a jape As almost daily the girls changed shape, And, one of the things I remember the most Was Mrs 'Odsons baked beans on toast. Many a mum was put to the test But Mrs 'Odsons were always the best. These days they still have Baked beans of course But they seem to have messed With the sauce And what I think Is such a waste They seem to have gone And changed the taste. Simple pleasures, simple ways In those long past summers' days. Poor in possessions But rich in joys Just a Yorkshire village's Growing girls and boys, And when Mrs 'Odson played the host Yummy scrummy baked beans on toast.