Mama only cooks ten pieces of bacon,

Just enough so all of us can have two.

But when she’s gone, 

Big Sister cooks the whole pack,

And we eat until we’re full.

Big Sister is going to be a good mama, someday,

Unless she marries someone poor,

Like Daddy, and has a house full of kids to accommodate,

Like Mama, and then Big Sister 

Might have to scrimp and save

To make do, too.

-jenn