Part I
He baked his way into the sky
By cookie, cake and pie;
His muffin tent became sky boat
With oven heat enough to float
A kitchen full of rye.
That lemon basil muffin went
With the wind and welcome scent
Until Lark’s baking day was done,
Towns formed for feasts of pine nut buns,
Awaiting the descending tent.
Life is raw and full of awe,
An oven’s full of care,
Share and share is kitchen law
By both land and air.
Drawn by Nocturne whose art can be found here.
Part II
Lark came and gave away
All the eats he’d baked that day;
The happy eaters gave that favor
Back by sharing wild flavor,
Soon to be most scrumptiously gourmet.
They filled that muffin tent with goods
Unknown in other neighborhoods;
Pickled honey, ginger cheese,
Caramel from the Quercus trees
And sweet and spicy spuds.
Life is raw and full of awe,
An oven’s full of care,
Share and share is kitchen law
By both land and air.
Part III
The oven engine of this ship
Held hash and heavens in its grip;
This oven was a large orange peel
Baked to gold and stony steel
And on its own transforming trip.
Lark was a man of pots and pans,
He found no place for plots and plans;
His kitchen filled him up with love
So he filled it up with grub
And they filled bellies of all lands.
Life is raw and full of awe,
An oven’s full of care,
Share and share is kitchen law
By both land and air.
Drawn by EBN.
Part IV
When he went baking in the clouds
Raining butter, storms were proud
Of the sheets of sugar snow,
Of the oven’s lightning glow
That baked false dawns night disavowed.
Blintzes full of hinterfruits,
Cloud dusted custard, rainbow mousse,
Pepper poppy pumpkin puffs,
Luck and dandelion fluffs,
Flights of flavor on the loose.
Life is raw and full of awe,
An oven’s full of care,
Share and share is kitchen law
By both land and air.
Part V
Once stranded in the Babine Range
Due to reasons most unstrange
(Peckish birds love muffin more than worm),
Lark pancake patched his kitch-ship firm
And introduced an avian exchange.
Birds got every last one of his crumbs
If muffin wasn’t eaten from,
And any falling stars they caught
Were brought to keep orange oven hot,
Winning dumplings of plumpest plums.
Life is raw and full of awe,
An oven’s full of care,
Share and share is kitchen law
By both land and air.
Illustration by PandafromPluto.
Part VI
One bird brought Lark a melting ghost
And as he was a thoughtful host
He put orange oven on three stars,
Ghost came out with healthy char,
Along with maple cheddar toast.
Ghost’s name was Kal and she could cook,
That flying kitchen muffin shook
With flavor, heart and heat,
They soon piled a whole hill of eats
For the next one with a hungry look.
Life is raw and full of awe,
An oven’s full of care,
Share and share is kitchen law
By both land and air.
