Now stop. Rewind the clock. There's too much heat in the boiling pot. Took too much time. Used too much lime. All too sour this woman and whine. Pour some sugar on me, Don't be bitter, better be sweet. All this cooking causing too much hate. Let's wipe the slate, it's time to bake. Bake us a cake and ice it nicely, Sprinkled with goodness and dusted lightly. Knock us up some cookies and pack 'em with punch. Send us on a journey with scrumptious munch. Take us on a trip without leaving our front room. Never leave the sofa yet roam on the moon. Coming soon Years of Thursdays.