I fancy a picture on memory's wall,
All the treasures of childhood when we were so small.
The old fashioned farm house with the porch all around,
And the big country kitchen where the folks gathered 'round.
Form the time we were just little kids I followed him around.
No matter the chores he had to do, that's where I could be found.
I helped him fee the chickens and give the cow some hay,
I helped him fill the wood bin when he called me form my play.