By: Ardis E. Parshall - January 23, 2018 When Mama’s Baking Cake By Elsie Chamberlain Carroll Some mornings ‘fore we ‘memberThat it is baking day,Good smells come from the kitchen,To where we’re out at play. I leave my spoon and bucket,And brother drops his rake;We scamper to the kitchen,For mama’s making cake. She gives us each a walnut,And raisins – Brother three;And I have one, two, three, four five –I’m five years old...
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