The Secret Of It

The Secret of It
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My love has often said to me, “My love I know you’re plain;
But married life with you, my sweet, has brought me naught but gain
Let other women sing and dance, or even write a book,
Yet you’re above them all in charm- remember, you can cook!”

And always when I’m begged by girls to tell them by what art
I captured such a handsome man and won quite all his heart,
I merely say, “My dears, I’m sure that all the pains I took,
Was asking him to dinner-for remember I can cook!”

And all you modern women who are anxious to be wed
Be wise, throw up your arts and crafts, and learn to bake your bread
For bé certain that no husbard will for- get the vows he took,
If his wife will only please him by re- membering how to cook