The Enchanted Breakfast

[Intro] Wake up, wake up, the kettle sings, Little blue birds flap their wings, Something sweet is floating through the air, I smell cinnamon dancing everywhere. [Verse 1] I step outside in my sleepy shoes, Past a little bakery painted blue, The baker waves from a window high, With flour on his nose and a pie in the sky. There’s toast that giggles when you bite, And strawberry jam that glows so bright, A bowl of cereal, golden and small, Each little piece says, “Good morning!” when they fall. [Pre-Chorus] The teapot hops across the table, The pancakes stack as high as they’re able, Pour me a cup of peppermint tea, Come sit right here and have breakfast with me. [Chorus] It’s a magical breakfast, come and take a seat, Butterfly waffles and cinnamon treats, Honey on the toast and berries that sing, A spoonful of sunshine in everything. It’s a magical breakfast, what a wonderful day, Chocolate-chip clouds are floating my way, Pass me the pancakes, pass me the tea, In this little enchanted world, Breakfast is magic to me. [Verse 2] The eggs wear tiny pepper hats, The muffins are friends with the talking cats, A dragonfly carries my orange juice, And the jellybean pudding has started to dance loose. There’s a purple pear with a funny little grin, A cinnamon roll doing a tiny spin, A bowl of porridge with sparkly steam, It tastes like vanilla and something from a dream. [Pre-Chorus] The spoons go clink and the plates go ding, The blueberries bounce while the teacups swing, The butter melts like golden snow, And every bite makes the garden grow. [Chorus] It’s a magical breakfast, come and take a seat, Butterfly waffles and cinnamon treats, Honey on the toast and berries that sing, A spoonful of sunshine in everything. It’s a magical breakfast, what a wonderful day, Chocolate-chip clouds are floating my way, Pass me the pancakes, pass me the tea, In this little enchanted world, Breakfast is magic to me. [Instrumental Interlude] [Bridge] Maybe the jam knows a secret, Maybe the bread knows my name, Maybe the waffles are practicing A very tiny breakfast game. I pour some honey in a spiral, Watch it shimmer in the light, Take one more bite of the cinnamon toast, And suddenly everything feels right. [Breakdown] No hurry, no worry, Just coffee and toast, A little bit of magic Is what I love most. [Final Chorus] It’s a magical breakfast, come and take a seat, Butterfly waffles and cinnamon treats, Honey on the toast and berries that sing, A spoonful of sunshine in everything. It’s a magical breakfast, what a wonderful day, Chocolate-chip clouds are floating my way, Pass me the pancakes, pass me the tea, In this little enchanted world, Breakfast is magic to me. [Outro] Wake up, wake up, the kettle sings, Little blue birds flap their wings, One last strawberry, one last tea... Good morning, magical world, Come have breakfast with me.