My all-electric kitchen has brought me pride and joy,
But also it has been a place of learning for my boy.
He hasn't learned to fry a chop, or bake a cherry pie,
Nor has he ever washed a dish, and splashed soap in his eye.
But he's discovered wonder in watching carrots grow,
And seeing salt and charcoal form a garden all aglow.
Experiments with chemistry, and home-made "magic" mixtures
Intrigue him even more than my electric fixtures.
His little engine, turned by steam, is on the counter, too,
But must be moved to make way for his nails, or home-made glue.
He soaked a bone in vinegar to make it rubber-like,
And in the corner is a tube he's fixing for his bike.
When trying to prepare a meal, I have no room to spare,
He has a box or pan or bottle almost everywhere.
Oh, yes, my kitchen's quite a joy, I'm really in my glory...
But not as much as my small son, for it's his laboratory !
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