Do you ever think about the chores
That women have to do?
They make sure everyone is fed
Try to make them happy too
Any time there is a get-to-gather
It’s the woman who plans it out
And if there were no food to be found
Why men would give a mighty shout
“Where’s the grub? ” they’d ask
“What’s for dinner? ” they’d say
She’d better have a plan
To serve food without delay
It’s something that our mothers
Did without a bat of the eye
And Grandmothers too
Never had to give a reply
Because all they did was work
They cooked from morning till night
Pots cooking with delicious smells
There was always food in sight
And the men usually are appreciative
Nowadays we have guys cookin’ too
Grab your plate and dig right in
You’re gonna love what is on the menu!
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