O golden thread of joy and taste,
No bite of you shall go to waste.
You twist and twirl on every plate,
A tangled mess I celebrate!In boiling pots, you dance and spin,
With veggies bright or meat within.
A pinch of salt, a drop of soy,
You bring the world a slurping joy.Chow mein crackles, ramen steams,
Spaghetti sways in cheesy dreams.
From pad Thai spice to soba grace,
You travel far with endless pace.Children giggle as forks take flight,
Chasing noodles left and right.
With sauces red or sesame gold,
Each strand a story, brave and bold.You curl like smiles, so soft, so long,
A comfort warm, a dinner song.
In bowls or boxes, night or noon,
You charm our hearts like a happy tune.Oh, humble noodle, thin or wide,
You never let our joy subside.
In every land, you find your way,
A friend to all, come what may.
