Cakes

I think of all the lovely cakes
On Saturdays, that Ana bakes,
Sponge cake, that’s when we have a guest
Is just about the very best

I love to hear the little whack
which Ana gives when six eggs crack
and see the yolks so clean and bright
Scooped out they leave the shinny white

And when the yolks and sugar meet
And Ana starts to beat and beat
I often feel with all my heart
that almost is the nicest part

because, though Ana hates to waste
I always  get a little taste
But when she’s mixed things all she can
And poured the cake into a pan
I change my mind, for, on the whole
The best is when I scrape the bowl.