This is a poem that I wrote last summer or fall, it is an ode to hardy iron cookware...
“Sing Ho!”
Sing ho for the iron pot!
Scrub away, and gone’s the spot.
Sing ho for the iron pot!
Dinner’s cooking, and I am not!
Sing ho, sing ho,
And away on adventures let us go!
Sing ho, and bring the iron pot,
Then we’ll always have a meal, so long as fire’s called “hot”,
And so long as rabbit’s bounce, and deer trot!
Sing ho, sing ho for the iron pot!
I like it, if I do say so myself, it makes me think of dear Pooh bear….
~~Katherine~~