When Mother Bakes


Litingly
Whenever mother stirs a cake
I’m there to watch her make it.
I wash the spoons and pans for her
And then I help her bake it.
The smells of flavors are so nice,
I think they should be tasted.
I scrape the bowls, for I am sure
The drops should not be wasted.
When I clean out the frosting bowl
I’m happy as can be.
It tastes so good, and I don’t care
How much I get on me.
I’m always glad when mother bakes,
And so I wish and wish
That she would make my fav’rite cake
So I can scrape the dish!