Standing in the kitchen, everything in sight
Looking at the receipe, food strewn left and right
So many mouths to feed, and now it's up to me
I cannot stop. OUCH! the soup is hot! Are those the guests I see?!
I must not lose sight of my goal, I must not show defeat
I must make haste, I must not waste, my hungry guests must eat!
Growing distressed, hands at unrest, I feel the walls cave in
Should I give up? Should I get out? Should I simply give in?!
A gentle hand upon my back, a deep voice reassures
"My Child be still, don't try to keep an order you can't fill.
Just take your time, one dish is fine, the rest can be combined--
For a later time, without deadline, what's done shall be divine!"
And He was right, 'twas a splendid night, the guests ate every bite.