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.

 

Author Notes

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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