GRANDMA’S STEW.
Sometimes I visit grandma,
And ofter stay for dinner
She always has an Irish Stew
But it is not a winner.
It has sweet potato and turnip
And awful parsnips too
These are things I do not like
To tell you of a few.
I wish she had a roast like mum’s
Now that is quite a treat
With proper roasted vegetables
And the very best of meat.
But grandma does her very best
She’s set in all her ways
She’s made stew for fifty years
And twenty seven days.
I know for we sat down one night
With almanacs and such
She worked it out, she is so bright
She hasn’t lost her touch.
