I forgot to get some tunes going before we started
But I’m kinda glad I did
This way I can hear the lazy rhythm of nature
On a Sunday
Gentle birdsong, dogs barking in the distance
The low static of highway bustle miles off
The muted shuffle of cat pads on kitchen tile
Your little hurmphs of disagreement
As you bend the recipe to your liking

It’s nice to see that a culinarian such as yourself
Still needs to follow recipes every once in a while
I do my part with sponge and towel
Making the impossible possible
Prepping the stage for miracles to be accomplished
Pouring measured ingredients and wiping counters
Sipping warm coffee and stealing kisses
If every player needs a good wingman
Then every baker needs a good washman