Today, I wake without a plan
but know I must make cakes of pan.
The stuff of life placed in a bowl,
I stir and mix to make it whole.
The flour, the sugar, the runny eggs,
the salt, the syrup and milky dregs,
I mix and stir until it's smooth,
then set a flame upon the stove.
Dollops of batter one, two, three
bubble up with merry glee,
I flip them over one by one
making sure that they don't burn,
and when they're done and looking great,
I pop them out onto a plate,
the finest breakfast in the land,
Shrove Tuesday morning cakes of pan.