My Forty Years Scribblin's
Personal Memories
Farm Wife

Out of bed at break of day—
And now, the fun has started!
Get the chores and dishes done,
And scrapping youngsters parted.
Hang the curtains—bake a cake—
And run to town for father—
All your civic duties mind—
No matter how they bother! 

Cows are in the ’falfa patch—
Run and chase ’em yonder!
What’d you think you bargained for?
Marrying a farmer!
Lend a hand at raking hay.
And mend a shirt for brother—
Meanwhile, don’t forget to be,
Sweetheart, wife, and mother.