The Call We Like the Best

The parson has his call to preach,

     And if it’s good and loud

He packs his grip and makes the trip

     To save a larger crowd.

The hawker calls his daily wares

     Along the dusty street;

But of them all we like the call

     That bids us come to eat.

We used to like to call each night

     Upon a pretty miss;

Ah! Calling them from eight to ten

     Were moments full of bliss!

We like to call upon her now,

     But not the same old way;

The call most sweet is that to eat

     Three square meals ev’ry day.

O, call the tame and call the wild,

     And call your wares through town;

And call the line, and call for mine,

     And call each other down.

And call the preacher good and loud,

     And call each other blest,

But of them all I like the call

     Announcing dinner best.

June 22, ‘10