Raisins in My Oatmeal

History

A number of years ago, I was the Recreational Therapy Director at Sherwood Oaks, a retirement community in Cranberry Twp, PA. There was a lovely couple who lived there named John & Muriel Lord. 

One month, John had an adorable poem called “Raisins In My Oatmeal” published in the Sherwood Oaks newsletter. Immediately I pictured it as a song. I shared it with Jerry and he got right to work, writing the tune and adapting the lyrics.

There was an employee and resident talent show coming up and I knew it would be the perfect opportunity for that song to have its big debut. 

We decided to involve our three boys. We painted a refrigerator box to look like a Quaker Oats box, turned a plastic kiddie pool into a cereal bowl, and wrapped the boys in black plastic bags to look like raisins. They sat in the cereal bowl, bobbing up and down.

Jerry played his guitar as both of us sang the words with enthusiasm. And I’ll never forget the joy on the faces of John & Muriel and their family. That memory is priceless. 

Over the years we have performed it mixed in with other songs, but the song can certainly stand on its own. 

We hope it makes you smile. 

♥Sandi


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Lyrics

The milk is skim and like the sky the toast is thin and very dry

The coffee’s black as it can be and there’s no caffeine in it for me

Cholesterol may be my fall, avoid I must the rays of Sol

The wine stays in the bottle tall and booze for me is not at all


But I can have raisins in my oatmeal now and then

Raisins in my oatmeal now and then

I must be careful what I put in my mouth

Or my colon might go south

But I’ll have raisins in my oatmeal now and then


My soda pop is sugar-free and I must count each calorie

Still the salt stays in the shaker and fresh donuts at the baker

Trifocals blur my vision and wax plugs up my ears

And the only thing I don’t forget is how to shift the gears


But I remember raisins in my oatmeal now and then

Raisins in my oatmeal now and then

I may not hear or see too well

But when it comes to breakfast you might as well

And put raisins in my oatmeal now and then

Young women I’m permitted to pursue but I must be careful not to catch them

Because for the life of me I don’t remember what to do

Three score and ten the Good Book says is a man’s allotted life

Of these I’ve spent two score and more with one beloved wife


And she still puts raisins in my oatmeal now and then

Raisins in my oatmeal now and then

I guess I have a pretty good life

Because I have a loving wife

Who puts raisins in my oatmeal now and then


She puts raisins in my oatmeal now and then

Raisins in my oatmeal now and then

Raisins in my oatmeal now and

A good source of fiber, put nine or ten

Of those juicy raisins in your oatmeal now and then


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