THE BOGIE

       


    My leaven makes my muffins rise.
    My eggs are never runny
     My pudding could take any prize.
        My secret?  Not for money.
        Hush!
    There's a bogie in my kitchen.
    He's the joy that makes my life.
    By night he sweeps the crumbs away
    And sharpens every knife.

    Who catches eggs when falling fast
    And sets them down without a crack?
    No mold I find.  My jellies last.
    There's always apples in my sack.
        Hush!
    There's bogie in my kitchen.
    Ah, the happiness I've found.
    By night he shoos the bugs away
    And makes my butter sound.

    But once I had another house!
    And, oh, the portage stuck, the cider spilt!
    My grain was gone!  So fat the mouse!
    My carrots shrank!  The greens would wilt!
        Ach!
    The wrong Bogie! the wrong kitchen!
    The worst life then I had!
    My tongue was burnt!  My elbows bled!
    I howled like I was mad!

       
    But in this house my life is charmed.
    And, oh the compliments I get.
    And if I yawn, why nothing's harmed.
    Yet him I dassen't e're upset.
        And so!
    The bogie in my little house
    Gets by night his bowl of cream.
    My family's happy, so am I ,
    And so's the bogie, it would seem.

    But if he'd help the mallet
    Hit the steak, I'd never scream!
 

Reviews

[Henry]

"So fat the mouse!" - Can't tell you how child-like my smile was when I read that expression :D
This light-hearted stuff is exactly what WC is lacking. Such a pleasure to read, with a playfulness that leaves a smile :)

- Henry