It's that time of year
That I adore the best and
An increase to my waistline
Will surely attest,
No longer do those salads
And cold cuts of ham
Feel like a meal
Just a chilly old sham,
No, what we cry out for
Is plenty of warming fayre
Like dear mother's hand
Had a masterly flair,
I can still see those pie crusts
Browning and risen
Totally in keeping with
The freezing cold season,
Casseroles in the oven
Full of beef, carrots and leeks
All the good nutrients
To keep us at peak,
Mountains of mashed potatoes
All creamy and soothin'
Broccoli and cabbage
To make sure we are movin',
Rice, semolina, and tapioca pudding
Fragrant bread that is highly leaven
Pies and crumbles smeared with yellow custard
I think I've just died and gone straight up to heaven!
