They hiked through the hills
and crossed the creek,
marched through the marshes
till they turned into trees,
talked as they walked
on the shore by the sea,
made their way to a mountain
and over the peak.
They hurried along
so they wouldn’t be late.
The city was near
and the boy couldn’t wait.
They came to the castle
with walls so great,
went over the drawbridge
and into the gate.
I could be a baker, a master cake-maker,
with rolling pins and a big sprinkle shaker!
With steady hands
I’ll wield pots and pans
and be known through the lands
for my great bakery.
I’ll spend every hour
with sugar and flour
to build up tall towers
made from my cakery.
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I’ll do whatever it costs me
even if it’s exhausting,
for my breads and frostings
to win every prize.
Make no mistake,
you’ll love my cupcakes,
for goodness sakes,
just look at the size!