Cook King
Cooking is my yoga
It’s so transcending
When I’m in my kitchen
I am a cook king
When I’m cooking
I sing, dance and whistle
I’m always in my element
Cooking in my castle
Peeling, chopping
A sprinkle and a stir
It’s the rhythm of my realm
Palate and scents confer
When I’m cooking
I’m one happy man
I love feeding my kingdom
With plenty for the clan
Cooking came natural
Born within my bones
I’m always in the kitchen
More than on my throne
By: Bill MacEachern
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 5:58 AM UTC
Cook King
Cooking is my yoga
It’s so transcending
When I’m in my kitchen
I am a cook king
When I’m cooking
I sing, dance and whistle
I’m always in my element
Cooking in my castle
Peeling, chopping
A sprinkle and a stir
It’s the rhythm of my realm
Palate and scents confer
When I’m cooking
I’m one happy man
I love feeding my kingdom
With plenty for the clan
Cooking came natural
Born within my bones
I’m always in the kitchen
More than on my throne
By: Bill MacEachern
