Gingerbread

"Gingerbread,

    Go to the head.

    Your task is done;

    A soul is won.

    Take it and go

    Where muffins grow,

    Where sweet loaves rise

    To the very skies,

    And biscuits fair

    Perfume the air.

    Away, away!

    Make no delay;

    In the sea of flour

    Plunge this hour.

    Safe in your breast

    Let the yeast-cake rest,

    Till you rise in joy,

    A white bread boy!"