Baker Boy

Huppy pokes his finger through a freckle,
Stuffs in sugar by the handful,
Butter, eggs, vanilla, flour,
Wiggles for a minute then waits an hour.
You can tell by fragrant smells,
But most by how he swells
That he’s finished your delicious dish –
He’ll bake you what you wish!

World’s only all natural oven!
Buns in! Folks love him!
Pumpkin muffins by the dozens!
Somethin’s always bubblin’.
He bakes while he sells
Whole cakes by the shelf
All made in himself!

So check your freckles,
Don’t know which one’s special.

Drawn by Guitarseer whose art can be found here.