The cook was in the kitchen
The feasters in the hall
A single lady slaving
Would attempt to feed them all
A family of newcomers
Saw her cooking on her own
Each one took a pot
And swore she wouldn't cook alone!
(chorus)
The stone is in the kettle
The water's on the boil
The work is always lighter
When there's many hands to toil!
Next there came a countess
Always giving, always kind
She was set to chopping carrots
And she bent to task assigned
Around the corner peering
Came a shy and gentle man
"Forgive me for intruding
But I'll help with what I can."
The feasters in the hall
A single lady slaving
Would attempt to feed them all
A family of newcomers
Saw her cooking on her own
Each one took a pot
And swore she wouldn't cook alone!
(chorus)
The stone is in the kettle
The water's on the boil
The work is always lighter
When there's many hands to toil!
Next there came a countess
Always giving, always kind
She was set to chopping carrots
And she bent to task assigned
Around the corner peering
Came a shy and gentle man
"Forgive me for intruding
But I'll help with what I can."
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