Bake a song of sixpence by Camilla Walker

            ‘Come on; there is sixpence for you: let’s have a song’

                       

Sir Toby Belch, The Tempest.

(To be sung, very slightly off)

Sing a song of sixpence:

On your marks, get set, bake-bake!

Four and twenty blackbirds,

Baked in a pie cake.

When the pie cake was opened,

The queen (of cakes) began to sing;

What a dainty dish to set

Before the baker king!

The king was in his secret teepee,

Comparing twelve rum babas;

The queen was in the marquee,

Also counting up the faux pas.

Sue was in the garden,

Salivating – her usual pose;

When down came the weight of Natasha’s cake,

Parodying itself: an anti-rose.

Wonky Jack required a doctor,

But none was present then;

Only Tasha’s pail of bain-marie

Could save his neck from being cut, again.