I want to share something important with you.
I want to make and split a big, hearty stew

I want to free you from the world's dread
And I want to cut in half a fresh loaf of bread.

I want to make soup for all my loved ones
And pour all my love into its taste sensations

I want to make pie, filled with sweet berries
Topped with cream and blessed by fairies.

Here at my table there's plenty to share,
So please, you're not intruding; pull up a chair.