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Edgar Guest - Bread And Gravy
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There`s a heap o` satisfaction in a chunk o` pumpkin pie,
An` I`m always glad I`m livin` when the cake is passin` by;
An` I guess at every meal-time I`m as happy as can be,
For I like whatever dishes Mother gets for Bud an` me;
But there`s just one bit of eatin` which I hold supremely great,
An` that`s good old bread and gravy when I`ve finished up my plate.
I`ve eaten fancy dishes an` my mouth has watered, too;
I`ve been at banquet tables an` I`ve run the good things through;
I`ve had sea food up in Boston, I`ve had pompano down South,
For most everything that`s edible I`ve put into my mouth;
But the finest treat I know of, now I publicly relate,
Is a chunk of bread and gravy when I`ve finished up my plate.
Now the epicures may snicker and the hotel chefs may smile,
But when it comes to eating I don`t hunger much for style;[Pg 39]
For an empty man wants fillin` an` you can`t do that with things
Like breast o` guinea under glass, or curried turkey wings—
You want just plain home cookin` an` the chance to sit an` wait
For a piece o` bread an` gravy when you`ve finished up your plate.
Oh, it may be I am common an` my tastes not much refined,
But the meals which suit my fancy are the good old-fashioned kind,
With the food right on the table an` the hungry kids about
An` the mother an` the father handing all the good things out,
An` the knowledge in their presence that I needn`t fear to state,
That I`d like some bread an` gravy when I`ve finished up my plate.
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