Fancy Pants
In the days of our ancestors
No nice girl wore silk pants
Not to church on Sunday
Or to that hoedown dance
Their pants were made of muslin
Pure cotton through and through
Hand sewn by bored young maidens
With nothing else to do
Down at the local grocers
Sometimes cotton was not found
So they settled for the feed sacks
Daddy threw out on the ground
They cut them out and bleached them
Till they became soft white
Unless they found a patterned sack
Pleasing to their sight
When that happened they just sewed them up
Added gee- gaws by the score
Then wore them out on special dates
With guys that they adored
Then when they got real dirty
They were washed and hung to dry
Cross the clothesline in the backyard
Under everybody's eye
My sister's sure were envied
When they were on the line
Cause stamped there cross the bottom
It read -- Sugar--extra fine.
By jollynoblefrog
© 2008 jollynoblefrog
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