[Intro]
Sparks fly, gears hum in silver light,
A quirky inventor primes the night.
[Verse 1]
Quirky inventor with a gleam in the eye,
Self-stirring spoon sparks and starts to fly,
Tossed toward the stars, riding copper sky.
[Chorus]
It's the ultimate spoon, the scoop of fate,
Orbit's calling out your name, we won't be late,
Bring it home for supper, before the stars turn gray.
[Verse 2]
Plans and recipes orbit in wild, looping swirls,
The spoon chats with satellites, a chrome-laced whirls,
Determined hands chase it through the cosmic swirl.
[Chorus]
It's the ultimate spoon, the scoop of fate,
Orbit's calling out your name, we won't be late,
Bring it home for supper, before the stars turn gray.
[Outro]
Ground the dream, land the tale, dinner awaits.
