Pat-a-Cake, Pat-a-Cake

Pat-a-Cake, Pat-a-Cake

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man, Bake me a cake as fast as you can. Roll it and pat it and mark it with a B, Put it in the oven for baby and me! The baker, a jolly fellow with a flour-dusted face, Chuckled and winked, setting a bustling pace. He rolled the dough smooth, patted it down with care, His oven roared hot, filling the air with a sweet, yeasty flare. "What kind of cake would you like, little one?" he boomed, His voice warm and friendly, the kitchen nicely perfumed. The child, with bright eyes and a smile oh so wide, Said, "A cake with surprises, treasures to hide!" The baker, with a twinkle, tapped his chin in thought, Then, with a mischievous grin, a plan he wrought. He rolled in some berries, juicy and bright, Tucked in some chocolate chips, a delightful sight. He even snuck in a tiny marzipan bee, Hidden amongst the sweetness, a buzzing glee. The cake went in the oven, golden brown and grand, A masterpiece waiting, at the baker's command. Out it came, a masterpiece to behold, Frosted with swirls, a story untold. The child clapped with glee, a joyful refrain, As the baker sliced open, revealing the hidden domain. With every bite, a surprise unfurled, Sweetness and laughter filling the whole world. The baker, the child, and the bee, a happy sight, Sharing a cake filled with wonder and delight.