Fingers stuck in every pie,
A sticky mess, I don’t know why.
Got to be needed, have my say,
So stir, and add and quickly pray.
On to the next, must add my touch,
Never mind I’m doing too much.
I’ll forget something, I’m sure.
The salt, or sugar, forget to stir.
Or worst of all, if it all gets done,
I’ll forget to serve someone.