Hungry spirits lifted like the bounce-back of a fresh cake on your mind this, is my bakery,
Welcome in and here you can take your shoes off, You can set up your canvas in the corner, and your easel wherever it fits, this is where we call home,
The aroma marries blueberry scones with your sweater and notepad, scribbling down your life story you take action and smile at the painter as she flicks your handsome grimace towards her red lipstick cup tilted in your direction,
Why I come here is only a dream to some, as it once was to me, As I pull the fresh bread out of the oven I slide in a tray of cinnamon buns that lick my senses drastically,
One order at a time braces the love I have shared, welcome in and take my aroma home with you, where you can feel accomplished and where the seed will bring others to express themselves creatively, it may seem silly, it may be exactly what you need, Welcome, to my bakery.