Gingerbread Poem by Louisa May Alcott

Gingerbread

Rating: 2.8


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

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ratnakar Mandlik 13 June 2017

An awesome sweet song, especially for children.

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Louisa May Alcott

Louisa May Alcott

Pennsylvania / United States
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