Stuff, roll, press, smack! Stuff, roll, press, smack! Sift the flour, let the eggs crack. Knead the dough on every hour. Then we start it all again. Stuff, roll, press, smack! Stuff, roll, press, smack! Form the dough around the filling. Brush with egg and please no spilling. What a lovely gift they are. And there's tradition in these mooncakes. And we make every one with care. Then we bake them full of fondness, sweetness, lofting through the air. And there is magic in these mooncakes. You can feel it all around. Mooncakes where the magic is found. Stuff, roll, press, smack! We need five more. Stuff, roll, press, smack! Or maybe twelve because I've got the cousins coming. And I know just how they are. The joy of every hour. They love these cakes. So I think you'd better give me twenty more. Each one holds a message from the moon above. Cherish life and everything you love. Magic in these mooncakes. Magic in these mooncakes. Hidden in these mooncakes for you. Magic in these mooncakes for you. Now the leaves are changing. Soon the festival begins. Such a special feeling. Magic in these mooncakes. Hidden in these mooncakes for you. Magic in these mooncakes. Hidden in these mooncakes for you. Magic in these mooncakes. Hidden in these mooncakes for you. And there are memories in these mooncakes. All the moments shared with you. All the stories that you told me. Mama, make me think of you. Magic in these memories. Forever I hold true. Mooncakes and the memories of you.