BR: Tuna Casserole

As we enter that church basement season...

TUNA CASSEROLE

Soft as the voice of my mother

Calling as night shadows fell,

Calling her children to supper

And oh what a heavenly smell.

There on the dining room table

Served from a steaming glass bowl

Eaten with Jello and Kool-Aid

Tuna the food of my soul.

Tuna casserole, O how dear to my lips

Noodles and tuna and mushrooms and chips.

It was only a small can of …