I came to town one morning in the Fall,
When the leaves were turning brown,
And I found that I was just in time,
To see the shops a-crowding
With the latest style of Coffee Pots.
I saw a little Coffee Pot,
That looked like silver bright,
It had a wooden handle,
And a mighty long spout.
It had about a hundred holes,
For the coffee to run through,
It stood upon a trivet,
And it looked like a great big toy.
I went into the store and I said,
"How much is that little Pot?"
The storekeeper said, "Two dollars!"
I thought it was a lot of dough.
I went into the store a few days later,
And there I saw the same old Pot,
I said to the man, "How much is that little Pot?"
The man replied, "Two dollars."
I said, "I'll take it, sure as you're born!"
I took it home to the little woman,
She said, "What's that?" I said, "A little Pot."
I said, "Ain't that cute? Ain't that nice?"
Just look at that little wooden spout."
She said, "The pot's all right, But I don't want no wooden spout!
I want a Pot that is made out of Metal,
That's strong, and solid, and won't leak."
I said, "Well, now, dearie,
I'll tell you what I'll do,
I'll take the Pot back, and change it for another,
That will be made out of Metal,
And then I guess you'll be satisfied."
The little woman said, "All right,
Now, my dear, don't get excited!
I will take the Pot, if you want me to,
But I want a Metal Pot, and that's the truth!"
So I took the Pot back, and I got a Metal Pot,
A strong and splendid Pot,
And from that day to this
I've never had to take it to the shop.