"Mind the clock and we shall feel

Quite refreshed from every meal.

But if meats are late and hurried

Every one feels cross and' worried.

Cooking is an art they say,

But for some it is but play.

So we'll sing a merry rhyme

And get our cooking done on time.

On bread the staff of life we feed;

To make it light we have to knead.

Lobster sauce just fits your salmon;

And mint sauce goes your roast lamb on;

Few make it right, how few, alas,

But, oh! 'tis good - egg sauce with bass.

Your oysters roll in cracker dust,

And fry till brown this cracker crust.

But when the stew or soup you make

Be sure you milk, not water, take.

Just shut your eyes to put in butter;

The size might make your conscience flutter.

Roast turkey - few we'd have to tell

How good it is with cranberry jell.

Veal cutlets fry till crisp - frogs legs,

If you a luscious dish would make.

Put honey on your buckwheat cakes.

When beans are taken from the pot

Let brown bread follow, piping hot.

When beef you roast, have one spot rare;

'Tis easy done if watched with care.

At ev'ry meal - in ev'ry place

Let kindest smile be on your face.

The humblest dish we'll find is nice

If love is freely used for spice."