In a humble kitchen, warm and small,
A pot of porridge stood, so tall.
With a scent so sweet, it filled the air,
Bringing joy and warmth everywhere.
Oh, sweet porridge, warm and true,
Bringing comfort to me and you.
In its bubbling pot, a magic brew,
Filling our hearts with joy anew.
With a spoon in hand, they'd take a taste,
The porridge's magic they'd embrace.
For with each spoonful, a wish came true,
In the kitchen's warmth, dreams would accrue.
Oh, sweet porridge, warm and true,
Bringing comfort to me and you.
In its bubbling pot, a magic brew,
Filling our hearts with joy anew.
But soon the pot, it overflowed,
And wishes spun out of control.
With porridge pouring, no end in sight,
The kitchen filled with a wondrous light.