Fussy Old Woman

Old Fussy Woman,
T'was said nothing flat.
For I wanted things straight,
And he called me that.

Leaves off the tree,
By young hands caught.
And the fence bent over,
In the play they sought.

After they had gone,
To where they had been.
I gathered torn pieces,
And brought them in.

To make things tidy,
After the kids had played.
I gathered in branches,
Where broken pieces laid.

Fussy Old Woman,
Came the words where I sat.
Because I wanted it clean outside,
They called me that.


E.P. 1908 - 1989