Clang, clang.
Food's ready.
Bang, bang,
They're home.
Soup's on,
have a bone.
Grilled cheese—
you better say please.
Tomato soup—
with extra goop.
One sip while they're looking.
Then spit it out in my hand.
One pretend swallow.
Then feed it to the dog.
Something tastes funny—
weird, not ha-ha.
It's already in my tummy—
runny, uh-oh.
Drink the juice,
use the silly straw.
Then while they're laughing,
squirt it on the rug.
Eat the peas.
Nice girl.
Well-behaved—
empty plate.
Now, go away.
Time to play.
Ding, ding.
Dessert's here.
Cherry pie,
good and sweet.
Just. one. bite—
delight.
