Post-Christmas Parody (I think Cathie would have laughed at this.)

The other day before I left for church, I started a bean soup blend in the crockpot.  With cumin as the main spice, the smell was heavenly when I returned some hours later.  It has been awhile since I’ve written a lyric parody of a familiar tune, but when the first line came to me, I just had to do the whole first verse:

It’s beginning to smell a lot like bean soup

All throughout the house;

Take a sniff in the bath and den or kitchen once again

With crockpot steam of cooking beans below.

It’s beginning to smell a lot like bean soup

Navy, black, and more

But the loveliest smell of all is the cornbread rising tall

Behind th’oven door.

            However, I must admit that there was no cornbread.