STAMPEDE BREAKFAST
My mom was quite Victorian in many of her ways,
Although fun loving, prim and proper in all her days,
Well she visited us in Calgary during the stampede
And of this true story I hope you will take heed.
We took her to visit her church on a Sunday,
And we were all invited for the breakfast to stay,
Quite a usual thing in friendly Calgary at this time,
We were all hungry so we stayed and did not whine.
The table were laden with foods of every kind,
The vicar asked the children, if they did not mind
To bless the food before us, say their little grace
You should have seen the look on my mom’s face.
They squatted on the ground, frog fashion you see,
And in loud grateful voices all yelled out with glee,
“Rub-a-dub-dub thanks for the grub, LORD” jumping
Up and charged for the food table all quickly running!
It is blessed? Was that grace? Mom said quietly to me,
I assured her that was quite common in dear Calgary
When the stampede was in session, everything was fun.
She asked me to write it down before the meal was done.
She phoned her priest and told him in kind of shock,
He told her that perhaps in Canada they do more rock
And roll worship and glad she had a nice grub for free,
And by the end of stampede time was as happy as could be.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 26 June 2006