Two forks, two spoons, two knives,
Coffee perking, bacon frying,
The breakfasts of our life beginning
Midst promises of love undying.
Three forks, three spoons, three knives,
Three heads are bowed for grace.
An impish cherub, golden haired,
In our hearts now fills a place.
Four forks, four spoons, four knives,
A happy hubbub starts our day.
Four voices blend in breakfast chatter,
Then off to work and school and play.
Off to work and school and play,
Breakfasts pass, and children grow.
The little birds must make new nests;
Breakfasts pass, and children go.
Each day still dawns with promise new,
And breakfast starts our daily lives.
But it’s quieter now at breakfast time --
Two forks, two spoons, two knives.