Mama / Rhythmic Stories April 14, 2021

Mamas Frying Chicken




When Mama was frying chicken
She spent most of the morning in the kitchen


The smell would drift out the open window
As we were playing outside the window below


It filled the air we could hardly wait
For the opportunity to fill our plate


Mama never had to ask us twice
She only asks us to be nice


Use our manners at the table
Help the little brothers not able


Daddy would sit at the head 
He was the first to get fed


Two long benches on each side
Filled with kids all wide-eyed


We loved the food mama cooked
She never needed a recipe book


Just A simple country meal
One that warms my heart still

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