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Pancake Generation

When I woke up, I went downstairs
Just to find out there was no one there,
Except for a plate of french toast,

I opened the drawer, looked for a pan,
But i lost my balance and broke my hand
I guess I won't be getting my flapjacks

Its the overflow of the cereal bowl
and now I've lost my spoon,
and my stomach can not stay silent

And we'll be a pancake generation
eating because of your great cooking mom
your great cooking mom
and we'll eat all the waffles tonight
because they are so delicious mom
so delicious mom
Written by shifuni
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