Mickie's Market Delights

[Verse 1]
Down at the farmers market, early morning light,
The smell of fresh ingredients, everything feels right,
Mickie stands there smiling, with her apron on tight,
Cooking up a storm, what a beautiful sight.
Fried rice in her skillet, chow mein on the side,
Each dish tells a story, a comfort that can't hide,
With every single grain, she pours her heart and soul,
In the bustling crowd, Mickie plays her role.

[Chorus]
Oh Mickie makes the magic, with every single bite,
Fried rice and chow mein, under the sun's warm light,
From the heart of the valley, she’s spinning her tale,
Creating joy and laughter, with her love on the scale.

[Verse 2]
Children gather 'round, faces lit with glee,
As she serves up her dishes, like a sweet symphony,
Her secret's in the spices and the love she does share,
You can taste her passion, it’s everywhere.
People come together, sharing stories and dreams,
Around her little stand, life’s bursting at the seams,
With every scoop of rice and every noodle spun,
She weaves a bit of magic, in the heart of everyone.

[Chorus]
Oh Mickie makes the magic, with every single bite,
Fried rice and chow mein, under the sun's warm light,
From the heart of the valley, she’s spinning her tale,
Creating joy and laughter, with her love on the scale.

[Bridge]
Evening breeze is whispering, the market starts to close,
But Mickie’s not done yet, in her heart, love still grows,
She dreams of the next day, with fresh produce in hand,
To serve up more delight, and spread joy across the land.

[Verse 3]
So raise a glass to Mickie, the chef with the heart,
In a world of flavors, she is a work of art,
With her fried rice and chow mein, she lifts our weary souls,
In every single meal, her passion sweetly rolls.

[Chorus]
Oh Mickie makes the magic, with every single bite,
Fried rice and chow mein, under the sun's warm light,
From the heart of the valley, she’s spinning her tale,
Creating joy and laughter, with her love on the scale.

[Outro]
So if you feel the hunger, just follow the sound,
To Mickie's little stand, where love can be found,
With a plate of fried rice and a side of chow mein,
You’ll find a taste of heaven, in the laughter and the rain.