Kitchen Concert

by Solveig Paulson Russell

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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.

    Illustrated by Judy Capener