Mother's Scones

Mother’s Scones In our kitchen, a pleasant noise Mum is baking, oh joy of joys. And while she bakes she hums along, To Denver’s tune of ‘Annie’s song’ I take a breath, my eyes they close A warm aroma meets my nose I smell a smell I’ve smelt before It fills the air from oven door Now it’s almost time for tea And on the table I can see Scrumptious scones all soft and light, With floury tops, a tempting sight. I pick one up, it feels quite hot. I split it open on the spot. Add double cream and sticky jam. Oh, what a greedy child I am. I take a bite, it’s like a dream. The taste of scone and jam and cream Melt in my mouth. Delicious, sweet, My mother’s scones no one can beat.