Sweet beats and potato head ears
We’re so lucky!
Our favorite cooks,
they imagined, created, and baked us
some sweet sweet beets
Bring on the lofty lines of melody!
How about some prestissimo wheels to move us?
(It’s in the back room, waiting)
All I heard was a distant rumble behind a door,
but there's been some muffled promise from back beyond and
I’m getting excited!
We’re so fortunate.
Our favorite creators are still throwing the ingredients into the bowls,
into the pots,
into the measuring spoons,
and onto the flames for us
We, with the big silly ears
We say: "Swing us here, flip us there!"
We’ll be your willing potato head listeners
Always, always, always...