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.