The Silver Bell

Aunt Elsa’s Maid By Elton Camp Aunt Elsa always had a thing to tell Each visit she picked up a silver bell “To call my maid, this is what I use. She comes and does what I choose.” But, somehow the maid was away Whenever it was our visiting day Aunt Elsa had a most ordinary job Yet she had the demeanor of a snob But her sophistication she did parade Continually reminded us of her maid We all acted just so very impressed Did no harm to go along, we guessed We didn’t the actual fact misconstrue The “maid” when the words were true Wasn’t a servant the bell could seek But a cleaning lady one day a week