It’s custard-pie, first thing you know!
An’ nen she’ll say,
“Clear out o’ my way!
They’s time fer work, an’ time fer play!
Take yer dough, an’ run, child, run!
Er I cain’t git no cookin’ done!”
When our hired girl ’tends like she’s mad,
An’ says folks got to walk the chalk
When she’s around, er wisht they had!
I play out on our porch an’ talk