Born on a farm, with all the charm
Of the simple life’s true glory
It’s crazy to think, it’s all changed in a blink
So Grandma tell me a story
A chubby cheek smile, that stretches a mile
But don’t look till you see her coming
Without waste or want, always up for a jaunt
And a passion for life that’s humming
The umbrella hats, and love for cats
Are sweeter than a bowl of cherries
If you know the deal, an apple peel
Will tell you who you’re going to marry
An expert in plants, and how to hem pants
Is there nothing that you can’t do?
When Harry got fixta, with a regular shiksa
You made him the happiest Jew!
From making lard to joining the Coast Guard
This journey has taken you far
Cause we wouldn’t have known if you hadn’t shown
That everything can be stored in a jar
And the devil will find your idle mind
So you better start baking a pie
Cause we’re born without sting, and we fly without wings,
so let’s all sing till we die
With a pinch and a punch on the first of the month
Or you’ll always get the hind teat
I had no shoes and complained until
I met a man with no feet
