Fire in the brick stove, haze of smoke through sunlit beams
Wood cut from the grove heats the griddle for breakfast schemes
Glow of flames inside, hot cast-iron runs across the top
A little lard applied, listen to the bacon and eggs pop
Pepper and salt, rain and snow sprinkles falling from above
Hash browns exalt a plate of home cooked culinary love
Bread slapped straight on the griddle flipped to toast
Home churned butter put in the middle, coffee dark roast
Slice of ham on the side sizzles on the hot iron cast
Hot cakes on grease glide, scrapings at the corner amassed
Gather round on a cold day the kitchen is warm
Those that didn\'t work must pay, in cold water, washing dishes their reform