** It was Christmas morn, the sky was gray, Morgan ran to Grandpa’s place to start the day. The kitchen smelled like chiles in the air, And masa on the table, love everywhere. He said, *“Mija, today we make the dough, Divide it up, make the flavors show.”* She tied on her apron, hands in the flour, Not knowin’ this math would give her such power. --- **[Chorus]** 🎶 *One part love, one part math,* Fractions in the kitchen, on a tamale path. Half for the spicy, a quarter for the sweet, Another for the cheesy beans, soft and neat. She learned to measure, share, and laugh— In Grandpa’s kitchen with one part math. 🎶 --- **[Verse 2]** They rolled the masa, smooth and round, Talked about how the parts break down. *“If we feed six people and got twenty-four, How many tamales ‘til they ask for more?”* Morgan smiled, did the math in her head, *“Four each, Grandpa!”*—that’s what she said. But then more cousins showed up at the door, So they cooked up a batch, then some more. --- **[Chorus]** 🎶 *One part love, one part math,* Estimatin’, roundin’, walkin’ that path. She added one-fourth and half in the pot, Three-fourths done—yeah, she learned a lot. Dividin’ by feel, with a dash of a laugh, In Grandpa’s kitchen with one part math. 🎶 --- **[Bridge]** The lesson wasn’t written on a page, But in corn husks and stories passed down with age. She saw that numbers weren’t cold or flat— They danced in the dough, they lived in her hat. --- **[Final Chorus]** 🎶 *One part love, one part math,* A memory made on a warm home path. In every tamal, there’s a tale to tell, Of family, fractions, and doing it well. From heart to hands, from future to past— She found her rhythm with one part math. 🎶 --- **[Outro]** So if you’re ever wonderin’ where fractions begin, Try makin’ tamales with your abuelito again.