Bake before I chomp you,
graze after I knead you.
You’re the only buns I care enough to burp about,
Tasty is the pastry;
I just love it, there’s no doubt.

It isn’t a confection,
you’ll see on inspection.
Like to take a bite? It’s made of sugar, water, flours.
Ate me some—amazing!
There ain’t no glazing on this delicacy.

Useless are the portions that I’ve had of nasty pie.
Feedin’ on it’s vile and so I simply pass it by.

At me some—hated it;
I am crazy for just one delicacy.

Useless are the portions that I’ve had of nasty pie.
Feedin’ ain’t my style and so I simply pass it by.
What’s caught my eye
is for to die:

Pastry, I’m-a want you,
pastry, I’m-a knead you.
You are what I long for, tasty pastry,

Pastry, I’m a-chomp you,
pastry I’m-a eat you.