The telephone is a wonderful invention,
Calling all kinds of things to your attention.
Living in the country and having a party line
Meant others could listen to you at the same time.
When the phone rang, we had to carefully listen
To which ring was ours or a call we’d be missing.
Our ring was 3 short, but there were 3 others
Who may listen in if it were not for their mothers.
We’d all give a jolt at the very first sound
When off to the telephone we surely were bound.
Standing there waiting for those 3 short rings
For a call just for us as the telephone sings.
by Jean E. Gorney
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