Griddle Cakes
Malvina Reynolds
You bring the sorghum
The sorghum, the syrup O
Tuck it in a bucket
Or lug it in a pail
I'll make the griddle cakes
Puffy-in-the-middle cakes
Tie them up with bacon
And we'll eat them by the bale
You come to breakfast
To breakfast in the morning
If you are a-hungry
We will feed you some
We'll fill you with griddle cakes
Till your little middle aches
We'll put you in a barrow
And we'll trundle you home