With nine hungry mouths to feed and no money to spend
it’s no wonder I had to ask my mother again
Where do you want me to go-Pike’s or the Co-op?
I reach for my shoes and pull down my top
My mother turns with a bandanna on her head,
her hands in the dough, she’s making some bread
I have no money, Pauline, you know where you go
You go to the Co-op and they’ll mark it down- Don’t be slow!
I turn about fast and go through the door
My mother knows best how to handle her money at the store
I walk up the street, past the Dykes, Walsh’s, Roses, and stay clear of the ditches
I don’t miss a beat, catch my breath, now and then getting a few stitches
I have to do my part as I know Mom is so busy with all of us to feed
I pick up the items and bring them to the counter with record speed
I see Ms. Butt on my way down the road; she’s looking out the window at Pike’s store
She is always friendly and kind to me, checking in stuff and watching the door
Mr. And Mrs. Pike always chat with me, when they aren’t busy stacking shelves
or cleaning up the place, which is full to the ceiling or looking after themselves
I pass by the Tipple’s and French’s on my run back with the grub
And arrive just in time to put the young ones in the tub (as it’s Saturday)
Mom looks up as I put things away and she grins as if to say
What would I do without you? You are always ready to help out in any way!
No need to say thanks as it is always understood
that going to the Co-op or Pikes is for everyone’s own good!