There goes him again.
Just messing in his kitchen.
Messing with ingredients.
Giving me cake like he does to kitten.

He walks around the kitchen repeatedly.
What's he making in there, I'm curious.
It only takes him a tick tock, happily,
And there goes my cake again, nice and delicious.

And everyday, he just walks around in there,
With cakes and other things to make.
He's the person I'd use my cake to share.
Please don't stop giving me cakes.