Back in some little town of 'love'

Lived a li'l girl, as sweet as dove

She worked in this small bakery

All hidden in soft silken drapery

How she hummed low melodies

While trying out various recipes

Glassy windows appeared foggy

A steamy oven left nothin' soggy

An aroma always lingered there

Of croissants, so adornin' the air

Pies, cakes 'n' other baked goods

Stayed ready under warm hoods

Biscuits 'n' cookies were the best

But she ne'er ever forgot the rest

Her gloves, woven with soft care

Were gifted by her grandmother

Who was the best baker of town

Now living under Earth's brown

Often, she looked out of window

To give her a low respectful bow

As she rested under a grand tree

With her soul flying ever so free

The old baker was her dear part

For she taught her this good art!

And without her grandma Mary

It would be nothing, this bakery