The kids will eat the vegetables I cut,
and fruits that I arrange in patterns neat,
mandalas where there’s care how things abut.
The kids will eat.

I mimic chalked-in pictures from the street,
selecting foods to satisfy the gut
and sight, as well as taste. The task is sweet.

Embellishing with pumpkin seed or nut,
the project is as pleasant as it’s meet.
No candy now: the produce here is what
the kids will eat.