Where stoves are exceedingly tiny,

Where people are hungry—no matter the place—

A man can produce in a minute

A dish to bring smiles to each skeptical face,

With art—and real food value—in it!

At range and at oven, at (whisper it!) still,

A man is undoubtedly master;

His cooking is done with an air and a skill,

He’s sure as a woman—and faster!

He may break the dishes and clutter the floor,