MY FAMILY TREE

They think that I should cook and clean,

and be a model wife.

I tell them it's more interesting

to study Grandpa's life.

They simply do not understand

why I hate to go to bed . . .

I'd rather do two hundred years

of research work instead.

Why waste the time we have on earth

just snoring and asleep?

When we can learn of ancestors

that sailed upon the deep?

We have Priests, Rabbis, lawmen, soldiers,

more than just a few.

And yes, there's many scoundrels,

and a bootlegger or two.

How can a person find this life

an awful drudge or bore?

When we can live the lives of all

those folks who came before?

A hundred years from now of course,

no one will ever know

Whether I did laundry,

but they'll see our Tree and glow . . .

'Cause their dear old granny left for them,

for all posterity,

not clean hankies and the like,

but a finished family tree.

My home may be untidy,

'cause I've better things to do . . .

I'm checking all the records

to provide us with a clue.

Old great granny's pulling roots

and branches out with glee,

Her clothes ain't hanging out to dry,

she's hung up on the Tree.