Little Miss Betty Crocker
cooked my dinner, and fed me spinach.
She moved around my kitchen,
like she knew where she was going.
I love to watch her move;
when she dances to Janis Joplin,
it’s just like Love.
Betty Crocker closes her eyes,
and sings along as she makes cookies,
and licks the dough from her fingers.
Little Miss Betty Crocker—my favorite cook and mistress.