If the world were a giant batter for making pastries, I'd write about biscuits and pies, and how each biscuit would change the world with every bite, while one pie served is a million appeased.

Then, I'd sing about croissants and bread sticks, and their forbidden spreads with jam, butter and toast. 

Afterwards, I'd jot down poems and tales of how cakes and sweet pleasantries found their way into the mouths of children, that would line the shelves and pages of libraries and school textbooks. 

Epics of pretzels and pizzas would keep scholars and their bushy beards busy with dreamy thoughts of pepperoni and cheese, while lessons of how French fries weren't made with French people were taught in schools of all levels.

When all of that reaches a calm, I'd probably write about cookies that dream.