Words:  Justan O. Thereditor
Music:	"Sweet Betsy from Pike"

When I was a young lad, I used to like cake.
I'd eat any flavor my mommy would bake,
'Til one Thanksgiving dinner, when Grandma served goose,
Pearled onions, potatoes, and French chocolate mousse.

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	And it's "Mousse, mousse, I'd like a mousse!
	I've never had anything quite like a mousse!
	I've had rainbow sherbet that's made with fruit juice,
	But I've never had anything quite like a mousse."

When I'm in the mood for a liver pate'
I can sit on my hands 'til the mood goes away,
But when I crave salmon, it's simply no use,
'Cause the liver's pate' but the salmon's a mousse.

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I tried a Schwartzwaelderkirschtorte one night,
I've even succumbed to a Turkish delight,
But it's just not the same as the joy you produce,
When you shove your whole face in a big bowl of mousse.

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I've tried it with all kinds of foreign cuisines.
If there's mousse for desert, I could eat Lima beans.
When the waiter brings goodies for me to peruse,
I say "Shove the whole pastry cart, I'd like a mousse!"

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Now I'm very old, over twenty-eight years,
And I think back past bourbon balls*, bars*, and rootbeers,
To the sweetest of mem'ries from days of our youths:
Playin' "dunk your banana' in double fudge mousse!

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(* substitute regional or favorite sweets if these aren't familiar)


copyright 1995  Thomas Baxter

updated 5/2/98