The Kitchen

The living rooms hold comfort
With their soft, reclining chairs.
There's a window draped in beauty
on the landing of the stairs.
In the bedrooms there are downy
Quilts and blankets soft and white;
But I must confess the kitchen
Is the room of my delight!

It is cozy in the kitchen
On a sunny afternoon,
On the stove the shining kettle
Hums a lazy, homelike tune,
There is good food in the icebox
And a nest of yellow bowls,
There's a spoon just right for stirring,
And a pan of fresh-baked rolls.

Other rooms may hold more beauty,
But for quaint old-fashioned grace,
And for loveliness that's wholesome,
My white kitchen is the place.
My Grandmother had a way of saying:
"There's a way to a man's heart-"
And it lies straight through the kitchen
Where good cooking is an art.
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