A little house with three bedrooms and one car on the street, A mower that you had to push to make the grass look neat.

In the kitchen on the wall, we only had one phone, And no need for recording things - someone was always home.

We only had a living room where we would congregate, Unless it was at meal time in the kitchen where we ate.

We had no need for family rooms or extra rooms to dine, When meeting as a family those two rooms would work out fine.

We only had one TV set and channels maybe two, But always there was one of them with something worth the view.

For snacks we had potato chips that tasted like a chip, And if you wanted flavor there was Lawson’s onion dip.

Store bought snacks were rare because my mother liked to cook, And nothing can compare to snacks in Betty Crocker’s Cookbook.

The snacks were even healthy with the best ingredients, There was no label with a hundred things that made no sense.