Roll of Penny’s Adapted from “Bed of Rose’s” (Harold Reid) I am stuck with a discriminating palate I’m more a fan of walnuts than of wheat But as hard as I may try, one thing I can’t deny A twenty-seven-year-old* boy has got to eat There’s Penny in her kitchen Monday evenin’ Warmin’ up her spy who came in from the cold And in a sight I still am not believin’ With just a cookie sheet she fixed some rolls This roll of Penny’s that I’m tastin’ I’d never dream was from a can This roll of Penny’s I’m not wastin’ How she makes them I may never understand She kissed me and said, “Secret, I’ll be busy” And led me to my cozy easy chair But then I saw it all in the mirror And learned exactly how they were prepared The dough was just laid out and never beaten No, she didn’t even let me lick a bowl But of the fresh baked goods I’ve ever eaten The sweetest of them all are Penny’s rolls This roll of Penny’s that I’m tastin’ I’d never dream was from a can This roll of Penny’s I’m not wastin’ How she makes them I may never understand This roll of Penny’s that I’m tastin’ I’d never dream was from a can This roll of Penny’s I’m not wastin’ How she makes them I may never understand Mmm mmm mmm mmmmm *Secret’s age is to be reckoned from 1993 Sep 5.