Sez I, "We've clothed and edecated you—
Yer Ma and me;
But now we're gettin' old, our j'ints
O' roomatism tells,
And it's high time fer you to airn
A livin' fer yoursel's."
Our kids wuz proud as eny
Indiany's ever grown,
And so, afore another month
They left us all alone.