In Coal Bin Land

‘Tis not our fault the bin’s not full,

     The dealer is himself to blame;

Each night I to the cellar go,

     But it is empty, just the same.

I’ve written him a dozen times,

     I’ve called him on the wire;

And yet he doesn’t fill our bin

     So we can start our furnace fire.

I do not know just what to do,

     I hate to change coal dealers now;

We’ve had him for two years of more,

     It’s rather hard, it is, I vow.

‘Tis true, we owe for last year’s coal,

     Because our living cost went higher;

But I can’t see why that should count,

     He knows we’ve got to have a fire.

Oct. 26, 1910