Grandma's Hygiene
My Mamma says that little girls
Should eat what makes them strong;
That when I eat what injures me,
I'm doing very wrong.
She says that pies and cakes and such,
Are far too rich for me,
And if I hope to sturdy grow,
I'll have to let them he.
But Grandma says to Mamma, "Fie!
Let her eat what she craves;
These squeamish notions going 'round
Are making people slaves."
Don't think about yourself at all,
If you would healthy be.
I always eat just what I want
And nothing e'er ails me."
I don't know which of them is right.
But this I truly know;
When Grandma writes, "Come spend a week,"
I'm always glad to go.
My Mamma says that little girls
Should eat what makes them strong;
That when I eat what injures me,
I'm doing very wrong.
She says that pies and cakes and such,
Are far too rich for me,
And if I hope to sturdy grow,
I'll have to let them he.
But Grandma says to Mamma, "Fie!
Let her eat what she craves;
These squeamish notions going 'round
Are making people slaves."
Don't think about yourself at all,
If you would healthy be.
I always eat just what I want
And nothing e'er ails me."
I don't know which of them is right.
But this I truly know;
When Grandma writes, "Come spend a week,"
I'm always glad to go.
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