Show Light Housekeeping Oh tho kitchen was small us a dolls front hall And the pots nnd pans wero few And the little stove was perverse by Jove I As the temper of SlmkcBponres shrew But I donned mo n sack with the edge turned back For the cap that goes with a chef And the matter to clench spoke mostly In French And bado her call me Joseph She an apron found and so tied It around Her girdle In excellent taste Was at dainty a cook as a fellow could brook Without letting things go waste And I said As a badge of your art not Madge Dut Annette your nnmo now see So remember my dear that while youro In her Youre French as a cool should be Thus accoutered wo gan with the pot and the pan To practice the magical art With a kiss at tho toast wo essayed no rodst And a kiss at tho omelets start And we kissed once more too ns wo stirred a stew With a spoon and a snatch of song With music and lovo and French and a stove Ah how could the things go wrong But they did nnd oh what a flood of woe Surged up as I looked at Annette With pain In her eye ns wo both stood by The Bide of the ruined omelet And the stew nnd the toast were also lost By an error wo noor divined But we kissed again and were comforted when At a restaurant latct wo dIned I New Orleans TimesDemocrat |