A Boy and His Stomach

What's the matter with you — ai n't I always been your friend?

Ai n't I been a pardner to you? All my pennies do n't I spend

In gettin’ nice things for you? Do n't I give you lots of cake?

Say, stummick, what's the matter, that you had to go an’ ache?

Why, I loaded you with good things yesterday, I gave you more

Potatoes, squash an’ turkey than you'd ever had before.

I gave you nuts an’ candy, pumpkin pie an’ chocolate cake,

An’ las’ night when I got to bed you had to go an’ ache.

Say, what's the matter with you — ai n't you satisfied at all?

I gave you all you wanted, you was hard jes’ like a ball,

An’ you could n't hold another bit of puddin’, yet las’ night

You ached mos’ awful, stummick; that ai n't treatin’ me jes’ right.

I've been a friend to you, I have, why ai n't you a friend o’ mine?

They gave me castor oil last night because you made me whine.

I'm awful sick this mornin’ an’ I'm feelin’ mighty blue,

‘ Cause you do n't appreciate the things I do for you.