Please say hello to Beatrice the Birdie, or to the Rittenhouse residents, Beatrice the Baker.
She is a beautiful bird with deep blue feathers, a smooth satin beak,
And a voice that serenades you every time she speaks.
Her personality is contagious, as she’s filled with elation,
Warming people’s hearts with her smile and baked creations.
You see, Beatrice isn’t just the nicest Birdie you’ll ever meet,
She’s also a baker! And boy oh boy does she make the best sweets.
So what made such a beautiful bird want to bake?
Well it was the very first time she tried a piece of strawberry shortcake.
You see she lives in a cozy nest made of twigs and tree bark.
Tucked away on Annabelle’s window, and overlooking the park.
For Annabelle would pass her crumbs each night,
Learning new flavors, as each bite was a delight.
It wasn’t until one sunny Sunday that Beatrice discovered Rittenhouse on a morning flight,
Immediately falling in love. You could say it was love at first sight.
She loved everything she saw, from the fabulous fountains and the towering trees.
To the beautiful birds and the buzzing bees.
But more importantly, it was what she felt inside.
A feeling that she could be herself, a sense of pride.
Beatrice became part of the Rittenhouse family, that very day.
And even starting volunteering in the famous Fallon and Fritz cafe.
It’s here where she bakes magnificent masterpieces with fruits and jams,
And savory smores with chocolate and graham.
And don’t forget her scrumptious tangy tarts,
Always baked fresh, and baked from the heart.
But her most famous creation of all, no it’s not a cake, nor is it a pie,
It’s a delicious drink, called the cocoa swirl, and you must give it a try.
Think of your favorite hot chocolate in the world,
Then add a slight hint of caramel swirl.
Then give it a quick chill while being careful not to spill,
And top it off with a secret spice which makes it so nice.
A smoky like aroma will emerge from the top,
Leaving you wanting more and more, licking up every last drop.
So stop on by and try a piece of pumpkin pie.
Or perhaps a nibble of Beatrice’s blueberry brittle.
There is no need to be invited.
I promise its worth it for your taste buds will be delighted.
The Rittenhouse Mouse 