We'Re On A Party Line Poem by Karlene Garner

The Smith baby broke his rib,
I guess he fell from his crib.
The hogs are selling cheap today.
I'm sorry I bought mine.
The Jones are buying grapes.
I guess they're making wine.
Oh, we don't need a radio,
We're on a party line.

Mrs. Hanson is surely worse,
Dr. Jones passed just now.
The Johnson boy just came home
And bought a nice milk cow.
The river bridge fell last night
About half past nine.
Oh, we don't need a radio,
We're on a party line.

Liz Tate got forty eggs today!
My gosh we only got ten!
But we're happy anyway
We've got sittin hens.
Yes, John went to the sale today.
The barn is now full of hay.
Oh, we don't need a radio,
We're on a party line.