About Leslie

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They think that I should cook and clean,
and be a model wife.
I tell them it's more interesting
to study Grandpa's life.

They simply do not understand
why I hate to go to bed . . .
I'd rather do two hundred years
of research work instead.

Why waste the time we have on earth
just snoring and asleep?
When we can learn of ancestors
that sailed upon the deep?

We have Priests, Rabbis, lawmen, soldiers,
more than just a few.
And yes, there's many scoundrels,
and a bootlegger or two.

How can a person find this life
an awful drudge or bore?
When we can live the lives of all
those folks who came before?

A hundred years from now of course,
no one will ever know
Whether I did laundry,
but they'll see our Tree and glow . . .

'Cause their dear old granny left for them,
for all posterity,
not clean hankies and the like,
but a finished family tree.

My home may be untidy,
'cause I've better things to do . . .
I'm checking all the records
to provide us with a clue.

Old great granny's pulling roots
and branches out with glee,
Her clothes ain't hanging out to dry,
she's hung up on the Tree.

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That is what I do now, but what will I do

When I'm an old lady

 

When I'm an old lady, I'll live with my kids, and make them so happy, just as they did. I want to pay back all the joy they've provided, returning each deed. Oh, they'll be so excited.

When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.

I'll write on the wall with reds, whites and blues, and bounce on the furniture wearing my shoes. I'll drink from the carton and then leave it out. I'll stuff all the toilets, and oh, how they'll shout.

When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.

When they're on the phone and just out of reach, I'll get into things like sugar and bleach. Oh, they'll snap their fingers and then shake their head, and when that is done I'll hide under the bed.

When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.

When they cook dinner and call me to meals, I'll not eat my green beans or salads congealed. I'll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table, and when they get angry, run fast as I'm able.

When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.

I'll sit close to the TV, thru the channels I'll click, I'll cross both my eyes to see if they stick. I'll take off my socks and throw one away, And play in the mud until the end of the day.

When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.

And later in bed, I'll lay back and sigh, and thank God in prayer and then close my eyes, and my kids will look down with a smile slowly creeping, and say with a groan. "She's so sweet when she's sleeping".      

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