Mamma and the Red-Hot Cup

Mamma and the Red-Hot Cup

Woe is Mamma Gina
I burned my fingers raw
put something in the oven
and closed up tight the door

When the timer sounded
I opened it again
and grasped the mug of cocoa
for several moments when

My fingers lost all feeling -
I dropped the milky cup
and yelled blue blinkin’ murder
and held two fingers up

I ran them under water
and dabbed then with a towel –
ate pain-relieving tablets
that tasted really foul.

My poorly bandaged fingers
have blistered up agin’
but to start them healing
I’ll prick them with a pin.