Ironed underwear
Flawless flowerbeds
Table set for ten
Exquisitely arranged
But the smell
It lingers in the air
But the smell
The smell is everywhere
Not a speck of dust
On the shelves or on the floor
Not a sticky finger
On the refrigerator door
But the smell
It cannot be ignored
But the smell
It penetrates the pores
Into the blood
Into each and every cell
It fills the heart
And it saturates the brain
Until the smell
It settles in the eyes
Of a mother, of her child
You've got to get out
Away
You've got things to say
You've got dragons to slay
You've got to get out
Away
You've got lines to erase
You've got floorboards to break
Maple syrup in the shape
Of a sweet and smiley face
Atop a picture perfect
Pile of fluffy pancakes
But that smile
Is too sticky and sweet
Yeah, the smile
Makes it hard to eat