CHEF'S THEME

Ingredients in place put a smile on my face
The magic spice lies right in front of my eyes
Plain on a platter at waist level, I act with no disguise 
The recipe steams from the heat beneath
That's produced by the strike of a matchstick
While I stir, let it flow and make it hit a hat trick
No hat on, no apron, with two gloves on I’ll have you well come
You’ll be glad when I’m done
Because my job is strictly for your satisfaction