A Recipe for You
Put the tears of a kid
Homeless, who a friend will need,
Into a big envelope
As it brings him a great hope.

Maybe Santa will get it
And then he will stop a bit,
In that lonely street to which
Never a man comes who’s rich.

Thus, you’ll cook a friendly cake
For this poor orphan’s sake;
And the name of this sweet dish
“Friendship” will be if you wish.