Ruth and Dave's

There was a store in Brooklyn selling

Food we’d often crave.

The owners were a couple

Known to all as Ruth and Dave.

 

On weekends I was sent there

Walking just a few short blocks

To buy bagels, cream cheese, whitefish

And some thin-sliced salty lox.

 

At times there was baked salmon

And if my mom had the urge,

On chocolate-covered jells

And graham crackers we would splurge.

 

It wasn’t every week we’d get

Those yummy foods to eat.

We knew a trip to Ruth and Dave’s

Was for a special treat.

 

So many years have passed I’m sure

That Ruth and Dave are dead,

But I can see them smiling,

She with braids piled on her head.