While snippin' a pinch to steep in his kitch'

                     I'd suck on a leaf with a quizzical itch

                    Just a boy to play , with toys to fetch

                    I could'nt care less for herbs and cress

                    Now the house of Jim Hall grew mint for his tea

                    It grew the sweetest of nectar so close to my knee

                    So through the screen door , poor Frances would wait

                    For me and grandpa to 'round his gait

                    Now Gene and Nan were butter'n bread

                    With Larry on bacon , Wee  Willie and Dan still in bed

                    Saucers n' coffee , Lil' Jim with his oats

                    I , with my heggs , dad's tea near his toast

                    Tis' the Sunday's meal ,we were all in the den

                    And Jim Hall blessing our Father , and family , again

                    His stories fill , have my memories such

                    To last a life time , to carry his touch

                    So was the house of Jim Hall , of more than mint and tea

                    Those tale from his table , and a brew of life

                    When I sat so close to his knee