Bagels we have burned on HIGH;
MEDIUM would be more sane.
Keep a scraping knife nearby,
till the carbon we have tamed.

CHORUS:
Scor-or-or…score enough,
then it swell will taste, so…
scor-or-or…score enough,
till unrelished waste will go.

Thankful for the leavening,
or else matzo comes along.
But much better measuring
means the toaster’s not so strong.

CHORUS

Lower setting will be mete,
and the kitchen will not stink
like torched toe jam in the feet…
slather on a schmear…hot drink.

CHORUS

They’re boiled before they are baked,
and a crust around them curls.
Soon our hunger will be slaked;
we’ll degust them and not hurl,
’cause they’re not hard as tree burls.

Glor-or-or…ious!
they taste; we’ve reached our goal.
Glor-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-or-orious
when they don’t taste like baked coal.