My name is Eve, you can call me that,
I have a garden I’ll show you, it’s just out back.
I grow everything on my own,
fresh and sweet like a honeycomb.
I’ll share with you, all that is mine,
ripe, and right off the vine.
Sample what you like,
what’s the harm in taking a bite?
Hungry men will eat when the table is set,
what else would you expect?
Was it such a calamity, to be the downfall of humanity?
It wasn’t Eve’s fault,
she withstood the assault.
To this day, we are sinners exiled,
every man, woman and child.
So she set up a place, and put on her best face.
If you’re good, she’ll serve her specialty,
a real delicacy, made from a secret recipe.
She know’s her way around the kitchen,
she’s flexible under any condition, any position.
She can cook up a breeze,
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