It is with certain skill
She mixes the cinnamon fill
She flies through kitchen space
She tries with determined face
To make this apple cake dough
The masterpiece of a subtle show

With these long cold crafty hands
She proves that since long she understands
That ingredients combined cinnamon lovin’
Is the key for certain success in the oven

She hands me an apple, and I, in her honesty I confide,
I bite..

What moves me in this world of sweet spice
Here the true beauty of her endeavour lies;
Is the passion contained in her brown eyes;
And all earthly problems she defies..

She hands me an apple, and I, in her honesty I confide,
I bite..