Sweet, Sweet Onion Bagel Memories (Are All That I Have Left)
My first bite of bagel burnt the tip of my tongue,
so to cool it I blew all the air from my lung.
The next bite was so hot it scalded my lip, so I sent it to Iceland on a simmer-down trip.
The steam from bite three felt like fire on my face, so I built it a rocket and launched it through space.
Now my wounds have healed and my bagel’s no more, yet I find myself longing for bite number four.
The next bite was so hot it scalded my lip, so I sent it to Iceland on a simmer-down trip.
The steam from bite three felt like fire on my face, so I built it a rocket and launched it through space.
Now my wounds have healed and my bagel’s no more, yet I find myself longing for bite number four.
