歌詞

The tiniest sandwiches in the world

Are born on my own board

Thin bread, soft butter, cucumber

In slices palest green

I trim the crusts with great respect

The fanciest I've been

Four little triangles, then eight

A dainty paper stack

Small and neat and made with love

The finest kind of fare

Better herbs where love is set

Than feasts with none to share

The lamb reviews the triangles

With serious dark eyes

It counts them twice, then once again

As if guarding a prize

A sprig of dill, a pinch of salt

The little flags are raised

Small and neat and made with love

The finest kind of fare

Better herbs where love is set

Than feasts with none to share

There's magic in a tiny food

It makes the moment grand

A sandwich small as your two thumbs

Feels fancy in the hand

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Small and neat and made with love

The finest kind of fare

Better herbs where love is set

Than feasts with none to share

Small and neat and made with love

The finest kind of fare

Better herbs where love is set

Than feasts with none to share

The tiniest sandwiches in the world

Stand ready in their rows