Auspicious are cherry blintzes,
nutritious are cherry blintzes,
delicious are cherry blintzes.
We might run out, I fear.
I like them beaucoup; it’s nearly a sin.
Sweet blissness is cherry blintzes;
I’m happy when they’re here.

Some eggs you will have to put in,
some butter you’ll have to put in—
and CHERRIES you’ll have to put in,
for a dish without peer.

I’ll crow so until I get some,
won’t crow-stow until I get some,
I won’t go until I get some.
Think I’ve made myself clear.

I like them beaucoup, please bring them right in.
I’m missing those cherry blintzes;
I don’t see any here.

I emphasize: Bring a bunch in,
or the wall I will be punchin’.
You say to me: “We got nothin’.”
I shed many a tear.

What’s missing here: cherry blintzes,
I’s living for cherry blintzes.
Who’s pissed RE: no cherry blintzes?
This guy standing right here!