We were poor when I was young;
I had a washtub for a crib;
lug nut for a teething ring,
corn shuck for a bib.
But my crib did have a mobile;
on loan from dear ol Dad;
a worn and torn old photograph,
of a pork chop he once had.
He'd borrow it most every night,
when time to feed the family group;
and dip it in hot water,
so we all could have some soup.