Linda Lum

Oh dittely dumb what have I done

Feel in love with my chef what be run

Run away from my bride so fair

Or should I run away to anywhere

Hell to pay is my honest due

Better to taken rather than to do

I am sure more honest good men

Have fallen for her and she them

I got no calling near or far

Just one more cook and there we are

But speak not that she is my boss

That would be a much bigger loss

A guide and counselor I would say

So my dishes turn out some day

My son is learning to cook from me

But he sees not me but the chef that be

In our home we refuse to do well

That not ring the great dinner bell

We insist on the best that we can do

And sometimes that means our evening food

She toils and tries to do her ultimate best

That sets her above the rest

So tonight an entrée tart but first a salad for to start

We will try so hard to make it a work of art.

For fine Linda we will find that fine mark

Linda Lum you fill our homes with hopes and dreams

To please young Linda it quite seems.