I did pledge food for DAR fest
All confectures lead to breads and cake - must bite
Range glowing fired and timer will inform me
Stoving here is the batter of delight

Too late! A grave mistake; they’re falling
I look askance with angst - dismaying sight:
As from backyard come screaming all my kids do
Closed the door; abruptly slammed it while in flight

Don't let my buns go down on me
I’m sure my urchin-whelps are doing something to my yeast
Till just a mound of sag-ness on your plate is rendered feast
They’re losing rotundy - don’t like them buns going down on me

I put blame on this ca-cophonic gang
Now maimed my buns: offspring, the way they squeal
Should have barred them; just to keep this kitchen free from harm
Just cold cuts I have; oh they need loaves to wrap, conceal

Don't let my buns go down on me
I wanna kill myself, if concave some buns’ swells do be
This crusty chow in flatness miffs my life so pond’rously
Abusing breadly things: don’t like them buns going down on me

Don't let my buns go down on me
I should assert myself, no hallways to my kitchenry
I'd disallow the rugrats in my life to blunder free
'Cus stupid flour-y things - don’t like them buns going down on me