Bread

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Her name was Flora Spread and she lived on Hovis Hill
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Overlooking Baker Town from the window of her flour mill
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The bright lights of the city fueled her longing to create
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With the innovative bakers with whom she knew she could relate
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She saw the cakes they cooked and the muffins that they made
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But she kept on beating her bread, all the while feeling betrayed
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That her mother left her in this mess of yeast, flour and dough
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She must taste inspiration and stop chewing the bread of woe
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Woah-oah-oah
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Down in baker town lived Victoria Sponge
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But her cakes just weren't selling so she knew that it was time to take
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A plunge into the new, and see things from a brand new view
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"And yes young Miss Flora I am talking to you
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Won't you come down that hill of yours and work here in my shop?
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You might have to bake until the ovens pop!
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But I need your creative eye
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With my wisdom and your innovation
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Together we can bake the Perfect Success Pie
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Success Pie
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Success Pie-ie-iee"
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Bread! BDAD !
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After just one week in that shop, Flora's business was booming
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Her creativity blooming and her customers consuming
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But looming, on the horizon, lay a rising problem
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People couldn't stop eating, and there was nothing that could stop them
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What was once a people of pretty balanced diets
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Baker Town without its bread was revolution without riots
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Flora closed her shop down, but she knew it was too late
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And soon enough the population of the town was overweight
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Overweight
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Overwei-hey-yay-e-ight
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Bread! BDAD !
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And so, the very next day Flora went back to her mill
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And opened up her bread shop
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But it seemed, to Flora's dismay that no one wanted her bread
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And she was left alone up on the hilltop
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Victoria Sponge kept on baking
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With recipes she stole from Flora's notes
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And Flora's heart kept breaking
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As the cakes continued rising, and the bread became toast...