Ah, fair spoon, thou art so fine, A utensil of wonder, of elegance divine. In kitchen's hallowed halls, thou dost entwine With pots and pans, a wondrous design.
Thy handle, smooth to grasp, a pleasure to hold, Thy bowl, a cradle for the food so bold. In soup, in stew, thou dost never grow old, A constant friend, a treasure to behold.
And when the dinner's done, and plates are clean, Thou art not idle, no, thou dost not lean. Thou stirrest and you sauciest, till the morning dew, A spoon, a hero, through and through!