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Pat me, press me
Rollin’ out like dough
poke me, twist me
warmin’ nice and slow
toast me, baste me
restin’ when you’re done
spreadin' like butter
or eaten golden brown
It don’t matter
if it's yeast or soda,
in your hands is best
and I’ll do all the rest…
Now you’ve got me risin’
(I've always had a fascination with song lyrics, so this is my parody on the blues tune "Rock me baby") nothing new here....
