My isn’t it
your perhaps so
that’s taking me over —
You seem to be my crazy about
being flipped up
and being a kid again
My isn’t it
so much as
how you are with me
In any kitchen that wanders
through my evers so silly
Oh how I hope so
How do you do that
up down and all around me
With an apron of chuckling
and tastings and go
Syrup and all
So yes stack up my pancakes —
with every right now and
butter and so forth
into my this is joy and kidding
Because really your front teeth
with love’s happy gapping
are all that I need now —
so rooty and tooty