Oh, Al Di La
You have such pretty colors yellow, red
You smell like a million flowers in the summer
Your pasta is the best
You make me feel so delightful

You sound like fire in the stove
Pots and pans banging against each other
I hear the sizzling pasta in the pan
People chattering in the dining room
Smooth, hot, and delicious

When I see you light up like a candle in the dark room
When I hear you I know the kitchen is cooking
Tagliatelle, steak, and saltimbocca
You smell like the most rich ragù
You taste freshly made and cooked
You feel like the heat over the stove

Without you I would be devastated
The first time I tried you, you were the best thing
I ever tasted