I`d like to be a baker, and come when morning breaks, Calling out, "Beeay-ko!" (that`s the sound he makes) - Riding in a rattle-cart that jogs and jolts and shakes, Selling all the sweetest things a baker ever bakes; Currant-buns and brandy-snaps, pastry all in flakes; But I wouldn`t be a baker if ... I couldn`t eat the cakes. Would you?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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