  IN Aunt Amelia’s kitchen there are many wonders done, Such miracles are wrought as never seen beneath the sun: A pumpkin from the garden—just a yellow sphere that lies Beneath her skilful handling ripens quickly into pies; The corn grows into fritters, you must marvel at the change; The apples change to dumplings in the glowing kitchen range She waves her hands above it, and the milk is cottage cheese. You merely watch her, and you see such miracles as these. She finds it easy, quite, to make blueberries into rolls; And eggs are changed to omelets above the glowing coals; And sometimes when she’s fixing the materials for pies She turns cider into mince-meat right before your very eyes! Or makes a peach turn over, or does something just as good; But she says quite the hardest task that ever she has found Is, when she has her boys at tea, to make these things go ’round! |
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