The Cook

When I was little, my family had a cook for us to feed.
My mother was not good at this,so there was a true need.
As was the custom in Germany,the big meal was taken at noon,
whereas in the evening we had cocoa,cake and a friendly moon.

Well do I remember the female supplier of daily condiments,
she was a spinster with a dog,her meals deserved many compliments.
Daily she consulted with the lady of the house to know what to cook,
and she set out with her doggie who for company she took.

Her own room she occupied in our big house as I now recall,
her stature as purveyor of daily food was ever so tall.
ELSIE was her name and her good companion was called MAX,
he had the run of the place,but in the kitchen he very often did relax.

Never shall I forget, those two took me to the nearby train station
when I was ready to go overseas to explore a foreign nation.
As it happened, I did not return to renew our so pleasant amity :
but it is good to know that both of us survived the impending calamity !