Make a rhyming poem about baking scones with my daughter in the morning
In the morning, when the sun is down deep
The kitchen is quiet, and Mom's still asleep
My daughter and I, we love to bake
Some scones that we'll enjoy when we're awake

We gather flour, sugar, and butter too
And mix it all up, just me and you
We add blueberries, sprinkles or zest
It's our little secret, our own breakfast quest

As we knead the dough and shape it just right
Our laughter fills the room, such a joyful sight
We pop them in the oven and wait with glee
I'll make some coffee and she'll watch tv

And when they're done, all golden and warm
We spread some jam, and settle in, no harm
Just me and my girl, a morning delight
Baking scones together, what a pure delight.