Christmas has come and New Year is at the door
The mother in me wanted to cook something delicious for the family.
My cooking instinct said, 'Go with the cake.'
So I decided, 'Yea, let me bake a yummy cake.'
The flour was sifted, the sugar was powdered
Eggs were beaten and all the flavors were added
Everything was in the right proportion
The oven was ready and the pans were buttered.
Just then I heard the doorbell ringing.
It was a nosey neighbor who prattled on... and on...
I got rid of her at last,
And rushed back to my kitchen to see a great sight
The cake mix was all over my baby's face and hands
He was having a delightful time slurping the sweet stuff.
The batter disappeared from the bowl to his mouth
So much for my holiday cake.
But my baby smiled at me and cooed
"Mmmm... Mama dhelichioush."