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Grandma's Belly-Round

Grandma has a washtub
And she calls it Belly-Round,
It’s extra thick, galvanized,
And it’s never let her down.
 
Sometimes it’s a stool
When she plucks a hen or two
And it can be a barber’s chair
If she gets a hold of you.
 
It’s great for gathering apples,
Or peaches in their time,
It even makes a real fine ship,
When pirates sail the foamy brine.
 
Yes, Grandma has a washtub,
A wooden spoon and a mason’s jar
And on Friday nights the kinfolk come,
Some by carriage, some by car;
 
That’s when Grandma plays old Belly-Round
And Grandpa plays the fiddle,
Sis and I, we play the saw
And guitar, fair to middle.
 
Don’t you know they comes to dance
To the beat of Belly-Round?
They Hoop and Holler, and have a ball
When Grandma lays it down!

(1985)

Autres oeuvres par D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)...



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