In Grandma's Day

Grandmother, on a winters day
Milked the cows, and fed them hay;
Fed the hogs, saddled the mule,
And got the children off to school.

Did a washing, mopped the floors,
Washed the windows and did some chores;
Cooked a dish of home-dried fruit,
Pressed her husband's Sunday suit.

Swept the parlor, made the bed,
Baked a dozen loaves of bread;
Split some firewood, lugged it in,
Enough to fill the kitchen bin.

Cleaned the lamps and put in oil,
Stewed some apples she thought might spoil,
Churned the butter, baked a cake,
Then exclaimed,"For mercy's sake."

"The calves have all got out of the pen!"
Went out and chased them in again;
Gathered the eggs and locked the stable,
Back to the house and set the table.

Cooked a supper that was delicious,
And afterwards, washed up the dishes.
Fed the cat and sprinkled the clothes,
Mended a basket full of hose.

Then opened the organ and began to play,
"When you come to the end of a perfect day!!!