Got to get the "pandemonium,”
And that means all pans and pots.
Clear the way! I need to make room
To make jam and to make lots.
What was on the garden patches,
What grew on the tree I got,
Made from it some mix-and-matches,
Put it all in one big pot.
I’ll add carrots for some nice zest
To the Portobello jams.
But the juiciest and sweetest
Will be pinecones and the yams!
I peek in, and as I’m looking
At the weird brew, I yell,
“Now I know what’s really cooking!
I am in a jam, as well!