One little chipped Cup, sitting on a tray.
One simple spinning Wheel, going 'round and 'round.
One painted blue;
The other creating gold.
Together; an interesting harmony.
The Cup forever open;
The Wheel forever wandering.
Both balancing the other's soul.
One forever warm;
One always lonely.
Creating a friendship lasting til the end
Or is there something there;
Tale as old as time.
For one chipped Cup
That changed everything
For the Wheel spinning straw into gold.