At my old place there was just me

Cooking boring, la-de-de

Then I moved in another home

Where the kitchen stood never alone

I got to sit back and take a rest

While dad slipped his apron over his chest

The smells came whispering down the hall

They entered my room, I breathed it all

You remember in the olden days

When women stayed in their place

Cleaning, cooking all that was

Now listen up, hear the buzz

Dad’s taken over the kitchen gear

Please don’t worry, please; no fear

For he’s fantastic, his food taste great

He’s the captain, he’s first mate!

Written by,

Terry Shepherd


dad apron

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