My daddy worked at Stanfields making underwear and socks.
Every day he went to work with his shiny tin lunch box.
My mommy always packed him something good to eat.
Daddy often brought it home with something for our feet.
He kept our feet from freezing in them grey woolen wonders.
The only problem was, he always got the blunders.
One sock may be snug and feeling pretty small.
The other one is loose and wont stay up at all.
One sock may be torn or have a hole in the toe.
That was not a problem, cause my mom new how to sew.
Sometime we got underwear or T shirts out of shape.
They were short in the arms or fit us loose like a cape.
Have you ever wore your underwear with one leg way to tight ?
When you took them off to pee, it was nothing but a fight.
My mommy washed them out each week and hung them on the line.
She strung them out across the yard, all looking mighty fine.
Today I wish my daddy would bring some home for me.
I really loved those garments but its him I want to see.