Such Small, Very Hands

I think I saw you in my sleep Darling I think I saw you in my dreams You were making fondue cheese and fondant trees On that one show where they ask for the four basket ingredients please And Tulsi Gabbard is there Voting present on Guy's hair Golden tip cave bear bleacher chair Where I cheer you on in my chicken suit Onesie my digits clumsy with the tricky fruit look at you Perfect lamination gander at those layers Like onions, ogres, and universal single payer I think Troy Johnson's mannerisms are cheap Graver suggestion so I got the electric seat Decided the process and outcome was inhumane Then gave me the lethal injection all the same Which means you have to shop for five pounds or less And incorporate matcha tea and salmon into this mess I think I saw you in my sleep Lover Making some sort of Zumbo cookie crumble butter Flutter like Dragonborn at a giant's club strike Still in my chicken suit cheering relentlessly tonight Move backwards and left and call it a kite Move backwards and right and call it a kite shield Grey today I'm counting on you to beat Bobby Flay You still have me in the bleacher in which I lay