If I were a croissant I'd feel it were my duty,
Not to be a side-dish but a thing of simple beauty,
Served to someone posh and snooty.
My lifelong dream would be,
To be served up with a cup of tea.
But you have to compare my worst nightmare,
To be eaten by someone who didn't care,
About what I really do deserve,
To be filled with delicious raspberry conserve.