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My muffins are laden with raisins and bran //
With unbleached flour not chemical white //
But if I rush I will destroy the plan. //
Soft I sift soda into flour like fan
I prefer the quantity is slight
My muffins are laden with raisins and bran.
If I see my neighbours Danic and Dan
Of course, to my table I will invite
But if I rush I will destroy the plan.
I thank grain farmers for my wheat once again
With land, city bakers must reunite
My muffins are laden with raisins and bran.
In the kitchen I am but courtesan
Attendant to ingredients this night
But if I rush I will destroy the plan.
Though patience is rare in the common man
I will let my mixture mellow overnight
My muffins are laden with raisins and bran
But if I rush I will destroy the plan.