The Recipe for MOM’s Chicken Soup
Did she hear a sniffle, Did she hear a sneeze
God forbid maybe a wheeze
To bed with you immediately
While she runs to the kitchen as fast as she can
It really doesn’t matter whether you have a cold or the flu
She will conjure up a cure in no time, it’s true
The big pot by the stove starts to boil and steam
And the refrigerator door fly’s open, as she gets everything out
She will hurry and scurry and run all about
There’s water of course and chicken, and salt
A dash of molasses and a touch of concern
Some bouillon extract and two ounces of recrimination
Her mother taught her how to make the soup
Just the right amount of worry
Stir in the chicken with a flurry
Put in pepper to create a tingling sensation
The pot on the stove is now starting to perk
She adds a little basil from the shelf way up above
But the Secret ingredient which always makes it work
is LOVE
MikeB