"A look at your cake please?"
"Hell no, no way!"
My cake is all I have.
A glimpse would reduce it's quality.
I worked with my tiny hands,
It shouldn't be seen yet.
My cake is all that matters.
You have all sorts of flavours,
All I have is chocolate flavoured.
Creaming my butter and sugar,
Was the taskfull thing I did
To get my cake this beautiful.
You get your cakes with a wink,
I got mine with hard labour.
I wouldn't let anyone have a look.
I wouldn't cast my cake into the lake of lustful eyes to behold.
I would cherish it with all of me.
Go out, tell the world,
That I am a jealous little midget.
I am down for my cake,
I would live to watch it glow.
Tell the world I love my cake.
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