Rising like leaven 'round 'leven o' clock
We bake in the high noon sun as we talk
About diamond rings and dainty things
Born and bred for such gatherings
We sit around and lounge for hours
And loaf around in the flowers
We've got the dough to live like so
We're wonder bread-winners, you know
And that is our slice of life, you could say
Powdered wigs upon heads of grain
And we'd love it at least, if you'd stay for a feast
We've had guests far as west is to yeast
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