Joy of Cooking

In uncertain hours our forebears looked To the more certain power of the Holy Good Book They opened up a verse then they read out the Word There was the voice of God and the answer that they heard As for me I've a less oracular bent Spend most of my time Wondering where my time was spent But in particular desperation on a Sunday afternoon When all I held as good in life was in some random swoon I opened up a book, on the shelf near my Bible Opened up a book for culinary survival I took a look in The Joy of Cookin' Joy of Cookin', oh, why, oh? If I'm not mistaken, the answer's bacon Answer's bacon, oh, why, oh? So I went and got my frying pan and cooked about a pound Me and my little wife and children sat us down Grace was spoken in that bacon scent profound All I had and lost was found