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.
C. J. Dennis. A Book for Kids, Angus & Robertson, Sydney, , page 13