
Simple and plain butter,
Rocked and rolled,
As a spread on a,
Big piece of bread π,
Sounds like an invite to me.
Maaaaaaaa,
Bread and butter is ready,
With a hot cup of tea β.
Adios!

Simple and plain butter,
Rocked and rolled,
As a spread on a,
Big piece of bread π,
Sounds like an invite to me.
Maaaaaaaa,
Bread and butter is ready,
With a hot cup of tea β.
Adios!

A big mathematical graph,
Was made by my father.
But in introspection,
He became the master of it.
Adios!

A fig tree,
Which we had planted,
Has fitted well in my garden.
It already has fruits laden on it,
And they look delicious π.
Its a gift to our garden.
Adios!

A bit of pineapple,
Has written a story.
It has made much glory.
A bit of pineapple,
Has flavoured my ice cream,
Which is much bigger than anything,
To be written or to be seen.
Adios!

A singer dancing at noon,
Found a pack of peanuts.
He rushed to the nearest table,
And ate them munchingly,
ππ,
While composing a tuneπΉ.
He wrote a song,
Made few notifications,
Laughed a bit,
And said -“Good afternoon.”
Adios!