Oh, toaster with a heart of gold, so bright, your coils glow like the fiery passion of youth.
Your browning setting, a symphony of love, warms my heart, a true and tender proof.
But alas, our love is doomed, I'm afraid, for you're made of metal, and I'm made of flesh.
Still, I'll toast for you, and you for me, in this cruel world of wires and of mesh.