Don’t you think it’s sad?
When the spoon
Is jealous,
Of the fork?
Both on either side of the dish
Neither worrying about the knife
Its to cutting to compete.
A friend of the spoon
Aid of the fork
When the dish
is full of soup
why does the spoon
still dwell on the past?
Hay didle didle
How the cat does fiddle
smart in its sunday boots
But the dish is away with the spoon
