Heavens’ Kitchen

Your favorite spot you used to lay, was the kitchen on the floor;

You’d smell goodies baking in the stove, and you’d recline right by its door!

The great aromas filled the air, your taste buds they would tease;

And then, when done, we’d give you some, your appetite appeased!

Now that spot’s unoccupied, it lays lonely and so bare;

It cries out for its cooking mate, but you’re no longer there!

For now another kitchen’s yours, it’s high above the rest;

It’s up the stairs in Heavens house, and the food there is the best!

But we know sometimes you visit us, we feel you in the air;

Sometimes still as the food is cooked, we swear you’re laying there!

Just like treasured days of old, with our sous chefs’ helping hands;

Ambrosia dishes we’d create the best in all the lands!

I’m sure the angels knew your skill, and made Nico their head chef;

And their favorite food is angel cake, and there’s never any left!

Chef Ramsey would be so proud of you, his greatest protégé;

Working up in Heavens’ kitchen, and cooking every day!