The Baker



I wish I were a baker man,
To wear a cap of white,
An apron wide around me tied,
My baking tins shining bright.


Then I could frost a birthday cake,
And fill an apple pie,
Or make some tarts with jelly hearts,
And gingerbread light and dry.


(L. Allen)




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