A Letter From Harry's Mother

Dear Harry I've never sent a telegram before I drove all the way to town in a down part So, I sure hope this reaches you in time before your vote today I'm really proud you own that office And son, there's something I must say Your father gave his life in the great war three years ago I know I'll be kicked out of McMinn County for saying so I hate this president for making him go And I wish I'd have the right to vote him out Now I know I'm just an old farmer's widow milking cows in Tennessee But I've read the paper, and I've seen the women marching to be free They make me think that maybe I can hop the train to Washington, DC and march too Only I was home raising you So, I did my best to teach you what I knew Now your own little girl is nearly three What do you want her future to be? Vote aye for her, my son Let your mama know she raised a good one And oh, I made that meatloaf you like So come on home when you're done Burn? Burn? For Christ's sake, burn! Aye, we did it With lots of love Mama