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In the kitchen, there’s a feast,
A recipe for flavors, to say the least.
The spices blend, the herbs combine,
A touch of cinnamon, a squeeze of lime.

On the table, there’s a bowl of soup,
With croutons floating in a tasty loop.
The salad crisp, the dressing sweet,
A side of cheese makes it complete.

With Tripsteps, I learn with ease,
Words of food like a gentle breeze.
Sing the song, the words will stay,
In my heart, they’ll never stray.

The oven’s hot, the stew is ready,
The knife is sharp, the hand is steady.
A slice of bread, some butter spread,
A fragrant aroma fills my head.

Pasta al dente, a sauce so rich,
A dash of basil, a perfect pitch.
A bottle of wine, a glass to share,
The flavors linger, beyond compare.

With Tripsteps, I learn with ease,
Words of food like a gentle breeze.
Sing the song, the words will stay,
In my heart, they’ll never stray.

A pie for dessert, with berries inside,
A scoop of ice cream, joy amplified.
The plate is empty, the fork at rest,
Every flavor was simply the best.

At the market, I pick zucchini,
A fresh avocado, a ripe nectarine.
The counter is full, the choices wide,
A rainbow of food I can’t hide.

Now I know the words to say,
Thanks to Tripsteps, I’m on my way.
From the table to the world I see,
Learning is tasty, as it should be!