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Did you ever get to lick the bowl

when your Momma made a cake

oh, I loved to get the scrapings

on the days that Momma baked

Sometimes it would be chocolaate

and sometimes, t'was pale as gold

but it didn't matter much to me

cause I got to lick the bowl

She'd get the flour and eggs and butter

and some milk and sugar too

and she'd mix them all together

in a crockery bowl of blue

It had been my Grand Ma's

and was really very old

and so great care was taken

in the way you had to hold

Momma would take cakes from the oven

and turn them out onto a rack

and let them cool before she iced the layers

from cast iron pans, so old and black

And when I found she wasn't looking

I would just pinch off a little bit

then I'd run and hide down in the barn

cause Momma would have a fit

The kitchen always smelled so good

on Momma's baking day

and I'd like to see here there again

doing things her special way

Momma always let me lick the bowl

and very often, left the spoon

I'd get my self so sticky

she'd have me in the tub by noon

oh, she always made the finest cakes

in her little kitchen there

but any thing my Momma made

was way, way beyond compare

I wish my Mom could just come back

and bake again, like in the times of old

and I wouldn't care what ere she made

cause I'd get to lick the bowl