On the farm I made a playhouse out of wooden grates
It's a place to ponder about the food I haven't ate as yet
When mama is in the kitchen ,her meals are light as a feather
But if there's nothing in the pantry to fix, how good a cook she is
Really doesn't matter.Preacher Joe and his wife millie are aware
of our family's plight, they both prepare church cooked meals for all
Who are hungry in town,so that their stomachs don't growl in hunger
Before they go to sleep at night
Sometimes when I go to school to get learning,at home is an empty fridge cup plate
I have to put my head down on my desk because keeps striking
me with crossed eyes like a coiled up snake
No one can see my hunger, but it's always there and I pray
To the Lord  above that the people in WASHINGTON who hold
Power over everybody's life will open their eyes and really help
The voters in the Nation and stop pretending that they really care
Their party line strife is killing me  in this so called land of plenty