Ahhh...
With a taste that gets more delicious.
And with a doing that gets more ambitious.
To leave both lips and those fingertips...
Nothing but deliciousness to lick.
With a taste that gets more delicious.
And with a doing that gets more ambitious.
To leave both lips and those fingertips,
Nothing but deliciousness to lick.
Simmered in the pot was a lot to start.
With a slow cooking that began mouths to drop.
And everybody fed on it until they stopped.
To leave nothing left inside the pot,
To dip with a sipping to spoon.
With a taste that gets more delicious.
And with a doing that gets more ambitious.
To leave both lips and those fingertips,
Nothing but deliciousness to lick.
To leave nothing left inside the pot,
But the spoon!
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I would like to translate this poem