Dumpling Dash

(Verse 1)
In a kitchen late at night, when the world is fast asleep,
Pierogis come alive, their secret they will keep.
They hear the kettle hum, its electric song so near,
With every boiling bubble, they sense their greatest fear.

(Chorus)
Pierogis running, dodging steam, oh what a sight to see,
From the electric kettle's heat, they strive to be free.
Oh, pierogis running, through the kitchen they flee,
Their doughy hearts are pounding, in a race for liberty.

(Verse 2)
Potato, cheese, or mushroom, filled with savory delight,
Wrapped in dough so tender, their journey takes to flight.
They roll and tumble, across the countertop,
Their mission clear and urgent, they will never stop.

(Chorus)
Pierogis running, dodging steam, oh what a sight to see,
From the electric kettle's heat, they strive to be free.
Oh, pierogis running, through the kitchen they flee,
Their doughy hearts are pounding, in a race for liberty.

(Bridge)
With every leap and bound, they defy the laws of heat,
Their desire for freedom, no obstacle can defeat.
They dream of lands beyond, where they can roam at will,
Away from boiling water, they long to stay until...

(Chorus)
Pierogis running, dodging steam, oh what a sight to see,
From the electric kettle's heat, they strive to be free.
Oh, pierogis running, through the kitchen they flee,
Their doughy hearts are pounding, in a race for liberty.

(Outro)
So if you hear a clatter, in the dead of night's embrace,
It's not just pots and pans, but pierogis in a race.
For freedom they are yearning, from kettle's fiery grip,
Oh, pierogis running, may they never trip.