And when the cake was finished, she

Gave me the frosting dish.

I've eaten chocolate many ways,

I've had it hot and cold;

I've sampled it throughout my days

In every form it's sold.

And though I still am fond of it,

And hold its flavor sweet,

The icing dish, I still admit,

Remains the greatest treat.

Never has chocolate tasted so,

Nor brought to me such joy

As in those days of long ago

When I was but a boy,

And stood beside my mother fair,

Waiting the time when she

Would gently stoop to kiss me there

And hand the plate to me.

  "The Frosting Dish" From a painting by H. C. Pitz. 

"The Frosting Dish" From a painting by H. C. Pitz.

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