Malvina Reynolds — Griddle Cakes

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