The Stove
I look to the good for you
I cook the food for you
I’m made of brass
I run on gas
For your aims
I have the flames
For making the tea
You rely on me
Breakfast gets ready for you
I’m so steady for you
I make the lunch for you
I also make the brunch for you
You always have a nice dinner
Well prepared by my hot burner
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