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              Super woman
 
         This waitres was seventy five at this time]
            by John J king 
I know a nice lady
named Criss,
    and for twelve years
her life
           went like this.
        Wide awake at three
          first to arise.
     Then pick up george
            [the cook]                 
    dead or alive.
            Fly down one eleven
to twenty eight.
Doing a little under seventy,
              can't be late.
Arrive at five in the
morning gloom,
Right in front she
parks her broom.
George is still shaking
from the ride,
Kriss must have ST Peter
on her side.
And old kriss is still
hanging loose.
as she opens the
old red cabouse.
She screams at George
to wake him up!
Then she makes three
pots of coffee. and
then she has a cup.
She smiles at costomers,
 as they come in.
After eight we are lucky
to get a grin.
Pat came in
it must be eight.
Because I know she
is never late.
Watch out you morin
don't hit my
new car,
And you put out that
 dammed cigar!
Milly weare is that
bowel of soup?
Oh, I get so damm mad, 
I could shoot!
Ill Clean the cream dispencer
and the grill.
Maby I better stop and take anouther pill!
Well I better go home,
here comes the moon!
Now were the hell
did I park my broom?