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!