Grandma's Kitchen
Mr rust never had a better home.
Its empire extended far and wide - even the highs and lows.
'Dear oxygen- my father, and water- my mother'
'I love you' - Mr Rust echoed within its feeble mind
Then, Mrs Pot.
It held the nails very tight.
With the fear that it might hit the very ground,
It held tightly; or it would soon be gone like the kite.
'Hey stove!' - The pot shouted.
'My wools need help'- Mr stove said amidst tears.
'If only mother could give me a break... '
'Then would you would be a better one' Mrs Pot interrupted.
'We are never leaving here' - Mr Tiles quipped in.
'From generation to generation',
'We would always serve our master'
'Because, we are the very fabric of Grandma's kitchen.'
'We are Grandma's Kitchen'
Its empire extended far and wide - even the highs and lows.
'Dear oxygen- my father, and water- my mother'
'I love you' - Mr Rust echoed within its feeble mind
Then, Mrs Pot.
It held the nails very tight.
With the fear that it might hit the very ground,
It held tightly; or it would soon be gone like the kite.
'Hey stove!' - The pot shouted.
'My wools need help'- Mr stove said amidst tears.
'If only mother could give me a break... '
'Then would you would be a better one' Mrs Pot interrupted.
'We are never leaving here' - Mr Tiles quipped in.
'From generation to generation',
'We would always serve our master'
'Because, we are the very fabric of Grandma's kitchen.'
'We are Grandma's Kitchen'