Three Meals a Day.

Ma an’ the girls, at break o’ day, They’re up an’ at it, workin’ away, Flyin’ round as spry’s can be, (Pervidin’ for pa an’ the boys, you see,) Don’t do nothin’ only cook, An’ cook, an’ cook, an’ cook, an’ cook;— Beef, beans, biscuits, sass, an’ stew, Cookies an’ pies, and a lot more, too; An’ when she’s done, my ma’ll say, “There! Clean beat out, I do declare. Might do somethin’,” my ma she’ll say, “Only for gettin’ three meals a day!” Pa an’ the boys, at break o’ day, They’re up an’ out, an’ workin’ away, Hustlin’ round as spry’s can be, (Pervidin’ for ma an’ the girls, you see,) Plowin’, fencin’, mowin’ too, Choppin’ an’ plantin’,—the hul day through! An’ then they’ll jest come home, an’ eat, An’ eat, an’ eat, an’ eat, an’ eat; An’ when he’s through, my pa’ll say, “There! Feel like a new man, I declare. Couldn’t do nothin’,” my pa he’ll say, “Only for gettin’ three meals a day!”