You strutted in with one white sock A cereal spoon and a wristwatch Declared the kitchen yours to rule Then lost a staring contest with a stool You raised one brow, the room went still The cat took cover on the windowsill Captain Almost, king of the plan You can’t fix a toaster, but you sure can Point at the smoke and shout, “All right!” Then ask who’s got the manual tonight You made a map to find the door Then drew a second door beside it, just in case Captain Almost, king of the plan You can’t fix a toaster, but you sure can Point at the smoke and shout, “All right!” Then ask who’s got the manual tonight Sit down, champ, let the kettle cool Your grand finale’s in the cereal bowl One little spark, one mighty pose And somehow you’ve set your sleeve to toast Captain Almost, king of the plan You can’t fix a toaster, but you sure can Point at the smoke and shout, “All right!” Then ask who’s got the manual tonight Captain Almost, take your bow The toaster’s working—somehow You’ve got this, sure—just read the page
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