Kitchen Concert

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    One day I stopped to listen
    To the sounds our kitchen makes,
    And I was quite surprised to hear
    That when my mom makes cakes,
    It’s the whirr of her big mixer
    With its beaters going ’round
    That starts the kitchen concert
    And fills the room with sound.
    There’s the splashing of the water
    And the dripping in the sink;
    There’s a knife that scrapes the butter
    With its clinkety, clink, clink;
    There’s the rattling of the dishes
    And the click of cupboard door;
    There’s the whistling from a kettle
    And the broom swish on the floor;
    There’s the rhythm of Mom’s footsteps
    And the tune she always sings—
    Our kitchen’s full of many sounds
    From all these happy things.

    [illustration] Illustrated by Judy Capener