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When it comes to workin’ magic in her culinary way
No one beats “Miss Mabel’s”-- townsfolk brag on her café
It sets off from the traffic on a tree-lined country road
“You’ll be glad you paid a visit,”--‘least that’s what I was told
I stopped there in my twenties--way back when I was young
‘Twas her chicken liver special that roused taste buds on my tongue
At first it took convincin’ to try her fowled up pie
Tators and chicken livers-- “No thanks,” my quick reply
Miss Mabel said, “It’s on the house since you’re a first time guest,
If it don’t please your pallet I’ll fix anything you request,”
She stood there lookin’ pretty, soft curls adorned her face
Her brown doe eyes captured mine, my heart began to race
I shoulda chose the meatloaf, or steak, the real man’s meal
But somethin’ ‘bout Miss Mabel made me bend to her appeal
She showed up with a smile big as sunshine after rain
The pie-filled crock was steaming, the aroma pricked my brain
Now families having supper heard the offer made by Mabel
Little guys cranin’ like giraffes were spyin’ me from their tables
When my spoon sliced the steamy pie my mouth began to water
I winked at the kids eyeing’ me, then ate it like I oughta
Inside my mouth the creamy broth played ‘round the tender livers
“Oh, Miss Mable, I declare satisfaction’s been delivered
The carrots added sweetness, the crispy bacon added crunch
Whatever else you sprinkled in gave this savory dish its punch
Well it’s only fair to tell ya I went back time and again
No need to go elsewhere--I loved Miss Mabel’s grin
So’s I popped the question and Mabel agreed to be my wife
Now I get great cookin’ plus a full and God-blessed life.
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