Let us forage in the fridge, dear
See if anything grows mold
The milk’s from twenty twelve, dear
So it’s really not that old.
Let us frolic in the freezer
It’s a chilly paradise
Play that game, the one you love, dear
Guessing what’s stuck in the ice.
Let us caper in the cupboard
See what jars are thick with dust
The mustard might be tasty
Once you scrape off all the crust.
Let us cook all we can find, dear
Before our guests arrive
I’m sure they’ll all want seconds
Assuming they survive.