My mother doesn’t need a stove to bake fancy cakes and grandma says, ‘oh, no way’ her head she boldly shakes ‘Don’t we need butter, flour, eggs and sugar a pound? to have in our oven something yummy, brown and round’ but hear my mother’s laughter: ‘well, listen what comes after:’
From carrots and a coconut a tasty mash I make sweetest raisins, dates and figs I cut and chop then shake Bananas, almonds, lemons I add to it, too oh how we love that layer cake in a fashion brand new see as I said above - we do not need a stove
When I hit home from kindergarden so curious to know I overtake the wind to be the very first in row ‘What’s on today?’ My daily question following my hike my mummy says ‘be patient kid, I do know what you like’ the fridge door opens wide - oh what a splendid sight!
Olives, curly kale and peppers I eat fresh and pure lamb’s lettuce, carrots, maize and topinambur Our sprouts we grow ourselves, sweet chestnuts are the hit tomatoes, avocados contribute a bit so beautiful and nice - a pleasure for my eyes
And when there is a party with lots of music and fun all the friends sing happily, from everywhere they come Kiwis, figs and golden mangoes we dish up yellow straws in coconuts and everyone’s cheered up don’t you think this is great? - if so, don’t you be late!
And when we roam the fields and woods and wander through the land tarzanish we move and travel hand over hand We like doing push-ups, pull-ups and forward rolls and eat clover and dandelion, try everything that grows nature, we love you - we’re laughing at the flu