Meal Time
Liza! call dat chile En make her wash her face En cum on to de table So Pap can say de grace.
You let de chillun hab der ways And soon dey'll manage you, Ef you don't try to check dem, Come on, Bob en Sue!
Virginia dreams / Maggie Pogue Johnson [electronic text]
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- Virginia dreams / Maggie Pogue Johnson [electronic text]
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- Johnson, Maggie Pogue
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- S.l.: John M. Leonard
- 1910
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"Virginia dreams / Maggie Pogue Johnson [electronic text]." In the digital collection American Verse Project. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/BAD9094.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 28, 2024.
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Yo'all set up to de table, 'Twill take a ha'f a day To get y'all to yo' meals, Cumin in dat way.
Don't make sich noise wid dem stools! Does you hear me, Jane? Ef 'twarn't fer we ol' folks You chillun wud raise Cain.
Set up straight dar, Jimbo! We all is ready, Pap! Stop dat whisperin' Lisha! En pull off dat air cap.
Yo' all cud'n sho keep still 'Till Pap cud say de grace; I don't know what's gwine to cum Ob dis young cullud race.
Sal! git de spoon en git mo' hash— Don't spill it on de flo'; Take up all de co'n cakes, I t'ink Pap wants some more.
Abe, don't stuff yo' mouf so full, You sho kin git some mo'; Be kerful wid dat buttermilk— Don't spill it on de flo'.
En pass de cakes aroun', Don't t'ink all'bout yo' self; Try to l'arn some manners, You ugly little elf.
You kids done eat enuf! Git up from dat table En clean dem dishes up As fas' as you is able.
En you sweep de kitchen good, Be quick about it, too; 'Twill be time fer anodder meal, Befo' you chaps git thro'.