A Scanty Meal With An Unknown Friend!

The above name is my poor little eating house! And I am your cook, waiter, cashier and the boss. Before swallowing a strawberry, If you say sorry! And I do not have money Then I have a sympathy And tell you bring money some other day! But after licking a bone of country chicken If you pretend that you lost your wallet No excuses at all and I'll arrest You damned culprit In my hot kitchen! Humbly to the poetess and my friend Vessy a rare bird! *Sweet promptings unto kindest deeds were in her very look; We read her face, as one who reads a true and holy book. -John Greenleaf Whittier