Pancakes for breakfast,
What a yummy treat!
Here come the children,
The pitter patter of little feet.
They gather at the table,
Their tummies are a rumblin',
Chattering and laughing,
Not a one is grumblin'.
Pass the butter, if you please,
Here comes the syrup now.
Mapley goodness trickles down,
From hungry little mouths.
"Thank you, Mommy"' they exclaim,
As they finish their last bites.
Then rush to give maple syrup kisses
To their mother, smiling bright.
Entered in SKAT's "Sweet Poems" (old) contest