Pass the Taters

While sitting at the table, pal, When you was just a kid, Remember how your pop would say: "You can't cook like mother did!"

My gosh! We'd nearly drop our knife! What the heck's got into pop? Why, these here eats are simply great, From steaming spuds to juicy chop.

You'd listen with your mouth ajar As Pop would tell the tale, Of how his mother used to cook The tender chicken, goose and quail.

You'd turn your eyes upon your Mom, Whose eats you always did adore; She never seemed to be impressed, She'd often heard that tale before.

"Yes, children, from what your father says, Your grandma must have been a wow, In working with the pots and pans In fixin' up the fam'ly chow.

"Oh yes, he liked your grandma's eats When he was just a kid; He also heard your grandpa say: 'You can't cook like my mother did!' "