It's motor whirs round with a vengeance
I hide behind the kitchen cake pantry
And peek out, watch it with great interest.
The cats stand daringly close to it,
Almost getting swallowed with fright.
It came with a cheerful song and a dance
Now the motor sounds plain nasty.
My courage shrinks up small
Let's face it, I'm just young and old.
If it stops now, it will take a life
And save me from smashing my own.
And since as the cause for this peril
It's my duty to push the button
Should I be fearful or brave?
How can I get right up close?
Trust the voice of my inner voice!
I'll press my nose in almost to the glass
I hope this won't taste any worse than that taste.
I pull myself together for the battle,
I say no to childish retreat,
I'm suddenly empty, the machine keeps quiet,
And I'm exhausted from all that stress.