every night after dinner <br />mama goes into the parlor <br />she opens up her case <br />and pulls out her Horner <br /> <br />she taps her toes <br />and pulls and pushes <br />in and out the air moves <br />as she sits there in the corner <br /> <br />the tunes are reminiscent <br />of the times gone past <br />all that's missing is the oompah <br />all night long and daddy can't sleep <br /> <br />German and Austrian <br />no yodeling is heard <br />daddy's wasting his time <br />trying to count the sheep <br /> <br />cause mama won't stop <br />the music's in her blood <br />she likes her squeezebox <br />poor daddy doesn't so much<br /><br />Gomer LePoet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mama-s-got-a-squeeze-box/
