In a kitchen, warm and bright,
Lived some crumbs, oh, what a sight!
With their tiny voices, soft and sweet,
They'd gather 'round to dance and greet.
Crumbs, crumbs, small and neat,
In the kitchen, where they meet.
With each crumb, a tale to tell,
In the crumbs' dance, all is well.
From the table to the floor,
The crumbs would travel, more and more.
With each journey, they'd explore,
The wonders of the kitchen floor.
Crumbs, crumbs, small and neat,
In the kitchen, where they meet.
With each crumb, a tale to tell,
In the crumbs' dance, all is well.
In the crumbs' world, big and wide,
They'd find joy in every stride.
With laughter echoing through the air,
They'd dance without a single care.