The Old Dinner Bell
The old dinner bell
sits silent now on it’s hook
Calls to meals no more
My Grandmothers bell
Rang every night for supper
We came running
Sunday always fried chicken
Wednesday was a large pot roast
Friday pork chops
I lived for those days
My three most favorite meals
Ran fast on those days
Wash your 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
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