The little chef wants a chance
He first wants them out,
To start the stir he adds spice,
Others clattered as mice.

It’s too hot; it’s too cold.
The little chef needs a bigger spoon,
He adds hot and cold,
The others screech for kittens.

His stark raving mad,
He’s dilly as a chilli.
The little chef adds it all,
The others puffed and bluffed.

It’s hot, Steering hot,
As their heads pop out.
The little chef said you are right,
I can now see all of you,
Your taste is all out.