And cooks with eyes of dazzling hue
Fell prostrate at the sight.
[Original]
At almost every kitchen door
They met me with a smile;
But then in modest pride I wore
The regulation tile.
No more they come with outstretched arms
And cooks with eyes of dazzling hue
Fell prostrate at the sight.
At almost every kitchen door
They met me with a smile;
But then in modest pride I wore
The regulation tile.
No more they come with outstretched arms