"The Old Paths" 
 
I liked the old paths,  
When Moms were at home. 
Dads were at work. 
Brothers went into the army. 
And sisters got married BEFORE having children! 
 
Crime did not pay. 
Hard work did; 
And people knew the difference. 
 
Moms could cook; 
Dads would work; 
Children would behave. 
 
Husbands were loving; 
Wives were supportive; 
And children were polite. 
 
Women wore the jewelry; 
And Men wore the pants. 
 
Women looked like ladies; 
Men looked like gentlemen; 
And children looked decent. 
 
People loved the truth, 
And hated a lie. 
 
They came to church to get IN, 
Not to get OUT! 
 
Hymns sounded Godly; 
Sermons sounded helpful; 
Rejoicing sounded normal; 
And crying sounded sincere. 
 
Cursing was wicked; 
Drugs were for illness. 
 
The flag was honored; 
 
America was beautiful; 
And God was welcome! 
 
We read the Bible in public; 
Prayed in school; 
And preached from house to house. 
 
To be called an American was worth dying for; 
To be called an American was worth living for; 
To be called a traitor was a shame! 
 
I still like the old paths the best!