I saw my baby dancing by the stove
she swayed, she bobbed and swung,
she sang some words quite loudly
I wasn’t really sure what words she sung.
She dropped the utensil that she held
then jumped and looked around to where I sat
clutching some wet marks upon her arm
I felt her pain from where the oil spat.
I guess that is one of the dangers of cooking. Her burns were only minor and she laughs about it because it happens to her so often.
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