Ballad of the Spinster
The Ballad of the Kijabe Spinsters
(To the tune of On top of old Smokey)
I'm glad I'm a spinster
And live by myself
It's quiet and peaceful
Up here on the shelf!
Now come all my sisters
And listen to me
This marriage is not all
It's cracked up to be.
For marriage has trials
And housework's a chore
And raising a family
Has problems galore.
Perhaps you have sighed for
Some honeymoon bliss
But they tell me there's much more
To marriage than this.
There's washing & darning
The socks hubby wears
And the shirts he wants ironing
Would drive me to tears.
When Junior is coming
You think it's just great
And you're sick as a hound-dog
Each morning at 8!
Your clothes just won't fit you
Your feet disappear,
But you keep right on slaving
and call hubby “my Dear!”
Well at last Junior makes it
Then the Joy of your heart
gets colic and measles
And your sleepless nights start.
From then on till doomsday
The patterns the same
Just shows what can happen
With this “come hither game.”
So count up your blessings
Come, list them with me;
There must be a hundred
Well, maybe there's three.
No husband to nag you
When dinner's a flop
Or children to follow
With clean nappy or mop.
On furlough it's cheaper
Only one fare to pay
Paris, Brussels and London
I'll “do” on the way.
For trips to Nairobi
My Volksies just right
I'm always the driver
And there's never a fight!
When you share with a house mate
The living is swell
Cook one week per fortnight
Like a sort of hotel.
But the full moon is wasted
Way up in the sky
And I ain't had no loving'
Since January, February, June, or July!
Let's face it dear Spinsters
Though this is our lot
Sometimes there are days when
We wish it were not!
But we won't go complaining
Or get tough and staid
We'll stay gentle and happy
And we won't be afraid.
For the dear Lord has promised
His grace for each hour
And He gives us His comfort
His love & His power
So- I'm glad I'm a Spinster
While that is His will
And I'll praise my dear Saviour
And His purpose fulfill!
JHS Kijabe 1963