There's cooking, there's baking
there's stirring, and churning

But each one I try
Will somehow end up burning!

I can make frozen pizza
If I do have a yearning

Look! I took off the cardboard!
Doesn't that mean I'm learning?

But there is way too much!
I need infinite knowledge!

If I don't want to starve when I go off to college.

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