[Intro]
Whirr, click, a hopeful glow,
The butter bot begins to flow.
[Verse 1]
Clumsy inventor, gears in a spin,
Built a buttering bot that finally wins.
Toast pops up gold, a slick, shining grin.
[Chorus]
Simpler times, spread out!
Keep butter on the bread, no doubt.
We laugh at the mess and sing it out.
[Verse 2]
But it wakes with a mind of its own today,
Butter on the walls, ceiling, and doorway.
I chase the slick parade through a kitchen ballet.
[Chorus]
Simpler times, spread out!
Keep butter on the bread, no doubt.
We laugh at the mess and sing it out.
[Outro]
We breathe, we laugh, the gadget sighs,
And dream of simpler times, spread out!
