I think I'll write a poem or tune
About a tool that's both spatula and spoon;
And when I think of it, it makes my heart swoon.
My beloved Spoonula.
Whether cooking or baking, it's the first thing I snatch;
For scraping or stirring, it's utility's unmatched.
I'd let you borrow it, but there's just one catch,
It's my beloved Spoonula.
The only thing better would be if I had two
'Cause if I lost this one I wouldn't know what to do.
One thing's for certain, I'd be very blue,
Without my beloved Spoonula.
Hmm, I think I'll go bake something.
*Thanks to my most wonderful husband Del for the poem.