Well…there’s a puppy in the parlor,
And a skillet on the stove,
And a smelly old blanket
That a Navajo wove.
There’s popcorn in the popper,
And a porker in the pot;
There’s pie in the pantry,
And the coffee’s always hot.
There’s sausage in the morning,
And a party every night,
There’s a nurse on duty
If you don’t feel right.
There’s chicken on the table,
But you got to say grace:
There’s always something cooking at Old Joe’s Place.