Bread
Her name was Flora's Bread
She lived on Hovis Hill
Overlooking Bakertown
from the window of her flour mill
The bright lights of the city
Fueled her longing to create
With the innovative bakers
With whom she knew she could relate
She saw the cakes they cooked
And the muffins that they made
but she kept on beating her bread
all the while feeling betrayed
And her mother left her in this mess
of yeast, flour and dough
She must taste inspiration
and stop chewing the bread of woe
(woooooooeeooooeeooo)
Down in Bakertown
The Victorious Sponge
But her cakes just weren't selling
so she knew that it was time to take the
Plunge into the new
And see things from a brand new view
and yes, young miss Flora
I am talking to you
Will you come down that hill of yours
and work here in my shop
We might have to bake until the ovens pop
But I need your creative eye
with my wisdom
and your innovation
together we can bake
the perfect success pie
(Success pie... Success pie)
Bread, BREAD!
After just one week in that shop
Flora's business was booming
Her creativity blooming
and her customers consuming
But looming on the horizon
lay a rising problem
People couldn't stop eating
and there was nothing that could stop them
What was once a people
of pretty balanced diet
Bakertown without its bread
was revolution without riots
Flora closed her shop down
but she knew it was too late
and soon enough
the population of the town was overweight
(Overweight... Overweight)
Bread, BREAD!
And so
The very next day
Flora went up to her mill
and opened up her bread shop
But it seemed
to Flora's dismay
that no-one wanted her bread
so she was left alone
up on the hilltop
Victorious Sponge
kept on baking
with recipes she stole
from Flora's notes
And Flora's heart
kept on breaking
As the cakes continued rising
and the bread became toast