Pudding wobble, sunshine dot, a picnic on the mat
You sniff the spoon, then look at me like “share it, please?” like that
I play a tiny 8-bit tune, you sway your little head
The day tastes like a pastel laugh, warm honey on the bread
One-two, little groove
Cute mood, cute move
Pudding pixel picnic, wobble-wobble bright
Beep-beep candy rhythm, making everything feel light
Munch-munch, yum-yum, we sparkle as we sit
Pudding pixel picnic—this is it, this is it
We trade the last strawberry like it’s a precious gem
You guard the napkin treasure, I applaud your noble “hem!”
The clouds go slow motion, like a filter on the sky
And in this tiny afternoon, I learn the reason why
If my thoughts get stormy, you’ll just nudge and then I see
The simple things are superpowers, especially with you and me
