Like a pound cake in the oven
Or angel cake on the mill
If I stood on my tiptoes
I could peek over the sill
And see the bakery all lit up
With cream cakes to fill
I will never leave you
I will never go away
We were meant to share each babka
Beside it is where I will stay
Evermore and always
I'll be scarfing them down
For I will never leave you
....but the world goes 'round