The Walking Pancake

In a kitchen, bright and grand, Pots and pans on every hand, Flour dusted, sugar sweet, A yummy breakfast, can’t be beat!

A pancake there, so golden brown, Decided not to settle down! It wobbled once, it wobbled twice, "I'm off to see the world!" it cried with spice!

The pancake walks, a jiggly stroll, Past the sugar bowl, and then the bowl Of fruity jam, so sticky sweet, The pancake danced on tiny feet!

A child gasped, with eyes so wide, "Dad! Look! A pancake taking a ride!" Dad chuckled loud, a booming sound, As the pancake spun around and around!

It flipped and flopped, a funny sight, Then landed kerplunk, with all its might, Right on Dad’s nose, a sticky mess, The pancake whispered, "Yes! Oh yes!"

Dad blinked his eyes, and licked his face, "This pancake's got a silly grace!" The pancake winked, a buttery gleam, Living and smiling, a breakfast dream!