My favourite room

The kitchen, oh yes, my favourite room,

That's where all those great aromas loom.

 

Is that chicken, fish, or steak?

I'm not sure what I just ate!!

 

My mom calls me a kitchen bum,

'Cause I sit under the table and wait for a crumb.

 

I put my head up on the table,

And steal a lick of whatever I'm able.

 

Over in the corner is a little can,

Mom puts stuff there, even scrapes a pan.

 

I tip it over and drag stuff out,

And end up with coffee grounds all over my snout.

 

Hey! What was that you dropped on the floor?

It sure was good. Give me MORE!! MORE!! MORE!!

 

(Mary Kiger)