| Aunt Tilly: If you find yourself in trouble |
| And you don’t know what to do |
| Don’t pull your hair |
| Out in despair |
| Before my song is through |
| See I got a little recipe |
| To take away your woes |
| And all of the ingredients |
| Are right behind your nose |
| You just need two cups of courage |
| And a little pinch of pluck |
| A quarter pound of cleverness |
| A dash of plain old luck |
| Then you mix them up all together |
| Into one tremendous stew |
| It’s a recipe for adventure |
| Cooking up inside of you |
| So put on your thinking helmet |
| Like adventurers must do |
| I have no doubt |
| You’ll figure out |
| A great idea or two |
| Cause the key to finding what you want |
| Is knowing where to look |
| And you’ve got all the ingredients |
| So now it’s time to cook |
| Sofia: Cause I got two cups of courage |
| And a little pinch of pluckA quarter pound of cleverness |
| A dash of plain old luck |
| Then I mix them up all together |
| Into one big fricassee |
| It’s a recipe for adventure |
| Cooking up inside of me |
| Aunt Tilly: We just need two cups of courage |
| Sofia: Two cups of courage |
| Aunt Tilly: And a little pinch of pluck |
| Sofia: A little pinch of pluck |
| Aunt Tilly: A quarter pound of cleverness |
| Sofia: A dash of plain old luck |
| Both: Then we mix them up all together |
| Into one tremendous stew |
| Aunt Tilly: Yum! |
| Sofia: It’s a recipe |
| Aunt Tilly: A recipe |
| Sofia: For adventure |
| Aunt Tilly: Adventure |
| Both: And it’s cooking up in me |
| And you |