Banana Bread For Breakfast

He mows the lawn, doesn't every man? He mops the kitchen, a gift of great value. He shells pecans, saves the pith for me. He roasts peanuts; we love peanuts! He plants blackberries, brings them in a bucket. He builds bird houses, cooks his own suet cakes. He picks wildflowers, shows me where they grow. He makes up our bed, most every day. He bakes banana bread, serves it warm, with coffee. You will notice, I sometimes wear a Cheshire grin.