When I grow up I think I'll cook.
I'll use recipes from a cookery book.
A pinch of this, a splash of that,
A clean white apron and a fluffy hat.
When I grow up I'll cook with my hands
And try tasty dishes from many lands.
I'll go to the market and fill up my cart
Then prepare my dishes straight from heart.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
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