Posted by: Oklahoma Sun | January 25, 2010

The Blessed Appetite.

The Blessed Appetite.


Arthur J. Burdick. Sunset Magazine, 1906.

 

FLAPJACKS fer breakfast;
Flapjacks at noon;
Flapjacks at six o’clock—
An’ it ain’t a bit too soon!
Oh, diggin’ strains yer muscles,
An’ bends yer back, all right,
But it pays ye double value
In yer blessed appetite.

Yer claim may be a dandy—
An’ ‘yer hopin’ thet ‘tis so.
An’ thet ‘twill pan out better
The deeper thet ye go—
But though ye dig out bushels
O’ the golden metal bright,
Ye’ll take out naught more precious
Than yer blessed appetite.

Yer coffee—it is nectar!
Yer bacon—it is prime!
Yer bread—waal, thet is flapjacks,
An’ it’s flapjacks all the time;
But, bless ye, how ye love ‘em!
They don’t git stale a mite,
For they’re seasoned every meal time
By yer blessed appetite.

The nabobs with their millions,
However rich yer claim,
Would stack but paltry thousands
Before ye fer the same;
You bet there’s dozens of ‘em
Would jump right out o’ sight
Fer a chance to give a million
Fer yer blessed appetite.

Flapjacks fer breakfast;
Flapjacks at noon;
Flapjacks at six o’clock—
An’ it ain’t a bit too soon!
Oh, diggin’ strains yer muscles,
An’ bends yer back, all right,
But it pays ye double value
In yer blessed appetite.

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