Lickin's

When your thoughts turn gently backwards To them days of long ago, Don't forget them good old lickin's When our Ma's would mix the dough.

We were only little puppies And be snoozin' in the hay; And we'd get a sniff of cookin' "Oh, boy! It's bakin' day!"

We'd do a bit o' grumblin' While totin' in the coal; But we wasn't sayin' nothin' When we'd get the mixin' bowl.

It might be lemon custard, Or maybe choc'lit cake; But them surely were the lickin's Our Ma's knowed how to make.

I've et some fancy groceries, Since I was just a kid; But they didn't taste as tasty As them good old lickin's did.