When I was a girl,
Eggs were warm, silky brown,
From haystack barn, manger,
Where the hens laid them down.
When I was a girl,
There were pigs in the sty,
And bacon sides, home cured, to cut and to fry.
When I was a girl,
Meat hung red in the shop.
Cut to your order steak, sirloin, or chop.

When I was a girl,
Fruit was picked from the tree,
And veg from the garden,
Spud, cabbage, or pea.

When I was a girl,
All the old people said,
"We must all eat a full peck of dirt,"
'Ere we're dead!

And now I am old,
Food comes from afar,
Packed in cardboard and plastic container or jar,
And it's all so hygienic and clean as can be,
And it all tastes of nothing to oldies like me.