My Pancakes

I am making some pancakes the size of the Eiffel Tower,
I mix milk and eggs, I add lots of flour.
I flip the pancakes high to put on a show,
my brothers and sisters know that I am the pro.

I am adding my toppings, what should I choose?
Berries and cherries and warm syrup that ooze.
With whipped cream so creamy, my head is spinning,
I am so excited, my face is grinning.

My friends smell my pancakes and come to see,
they run to my house and climb a tree.
They come see my pancakes and bounce for an hour,
my wonderful pancakes the size of an Eiffel Tower.

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