Tea for two, for me, for you
Buckwheats for three, you, and you, and me
Huckleberries for four, that's what we adore
Spring rolls for five make us feel alive
Chalupas for six, served on heated bricks
Matzo balls for seven without a bit of levin
Piroshki for eight and won't we all feel great
Potato cakes for nine, that's such a lot to dine
Apple pie for ten then start over again
Frittata for one and now I'm finally done.
Categories:
piroshki, family, food, friendship, fruit,
Form: Lyric