Thaathi's sambhar

The sambhar came to a boil with a plop
And the drumstick rose up to Thaathi’s nose
“It is ready,” she said.
She licked a hot drop and made a face:
It was too sour.

It was too sour, so she added some salt
And she stirred and stirred till it was all in a whirr
And when the sambhar came to a boil with a plop
And the drumstick rose to touch her nose,
She tasted it again.

Now it was too salty, so she added some jaggery
Then she stirred and stirred till it was all in a whirr
And when the sambhar came to a boil with a plop
And the drumstick rose to touch her nose,
She again tasted it.

Now it was too sweet, so she added some chilli powder
Then she stirred and stirred till it was all in a whirr
And when the sambhar came to a boil with a plop
And the drumstick rose to touch her nose,
She again tasted it.

Now it was too spicy, so she added some tamarind
And she stirred and stirred till it was all in a whirr
And when the sambhar came to a boil with a plop
And the drumstick rose to touch her nose,
She again tasted it.

It was too sour.