[Intro]
Twilight shelves, a kettle sings soft,
A whiskered clue on a dusty draft.
[Verse 1]
In the quiet stacks she greets the paw with a nod,
The cat taps a tablet, glyphs glow like a god.
Ancient ink whispers, a map in the grain,
To a recipe hidden where time drips like rain.
[Pre-Chorus]
Teatime ticks closer, the clock has a bite,
She trades old whispers for a prismatic night.
[Chorus]
Translate the signs, chase the treasure unseen,
A tuna casserole fit for a library queen.
Hide in the margins, let steam spell the air,
World’s best supper is almost there.
[Verse 2]
The cat purrs code, the hieroglyphs align,
A papyrus compass, a crumb on the line.
Riddles unfold in the crack of a spine,
Hidden a kettle of stars in a pantry shrine.
[Pre-Chorus]
Teatime bells tremble, the page turns gold,
Warps through the hours in stories of old.
[Chorus]
Translate the signs, chase the treasure unseen,
A tuna casserole fit for a library queen.
Hide in the margins, let steam spell the air,
World’s best supper is almost there.
[Bridge]
Meows echo softly, a chorus of fate,
The map of flavors opens its gate.
[Chorus]
Translate the signs, chase the treasure unseen,
A tuna casserole fit for a library queen.
Hide in the margins, let steam spell the air,
Teatime arrives—we’ve got our share.
[Outro]
With a purr and a sigh, she closes the tome,
Teatime triumphs, the stove hums home.
