'Gingerbread, <br />Go to the head. <br />Your task is done; <br />A soul is won. <br />Take it and go <br />Where muffins grow, <br />Where sweet loaves rise <br />To the very skies, <br />And biscuits fair <br />Perfume the air. <br />Away, away! <br />Make no delay; <br />In the sea of flour <br />Plunge this hour. <br />Safe in your breast <br />Let the yeast-cake rest, <br />Till you rise in joy, <br />A white bread boy!'<br /><br />Louisa May Alcott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gingerbread-2/
