JENNY WANTS TO COOK

She sat on a stool
Just watching me cook
An egg and some toast
That’s all that it took

Jenny stared while I
Poured juice in my cup
When I flipped my egg
When the toast popped up

“I want to do that!”
I show her, she tries
It never goes well
“I just can’t,” she cries

Jenny looks at me
She seems a bit sad
Yet I give her food
She’s happy, she’s glad

In the end it’s OK
She just purrs and hums
Because she’s a Cat
And doesn’t have thumbs