A milkshake knocked upon my door
And said, “Come out and play!”
Behind him stood a dozen more
All swirling in display.
They boogied on the tabletop,
They wiggled on the floor—
A frothy, fizzy festival
Of shakes galore.
They sang, “Be bold, be bright, be sweet!
Be brave in how you move!”
And every creamy, dreamy shake
Had something wise to prove.
So now when life feels wobbly,
Or my confidence might break— I
hear the tiny chorus
Of those fearless milkshakes.