🎵 Song Title: “Cook, Little Pot!”

(Verse 1)
Once there lived a girl so kind,
With her mother, food was hard to find.
One day she met a woman old,
Who gave her a pot with magic gold!

(Chorus)
🍲 Cook, little pot, cook!
Make porridge in every nook!
Warm and sweet, it fills the air—
A magic meal to always share!

(Verse 2)
“Say these words,” the woman said,
“To make a bowl of porridge bread.
But don’t forget the magic line—
To stop it just in time!”

(Chorus)
🍲 Cook, little pot, cook!
Make porridge in every nook!
Warm and sweet, it fills the air—
A magic meal to always share!

(Verse 3)
The girl went home and gave a shout,
“Cook, little pot!”—the porridge came out!
“Stop, little pot!” she said with glee,
Now we have enough for tea!

(Bridge – softer)
But one day, Mama tried alone,
She said “Cook!” in a hungry tone.
She forgot the words to make it end…
Oh no! It poured around the bend!

(Verse 4)
Out the pot and down the floor,
Through the streets and out the door!
People climbed up high to see—
A sea of porridge, endlessly!

(Final Chorus)
🍲 Stop, little pot, stop!
The porridge came to a gentle plop.
Now the town was full and fed,
With porridge bowls and sleepy heads.

(Outro – slow and sweet)
Now they know just what to say,
To cook or stop the porridge play.
Magic words are small and smart…
Just say them with a thankful heart. ❤️