Louisa May Alcott (Луиза Мэй Олкотт)

Gingerbread

"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!"

1. Not a Sparrow Falleth but Its God Doth Know
2. And If Your Nancy Frowns, My Lad
3. Listening to Celestial Lays
4. He That Is Down Need Fear No Fall
5. Rosy, My Dear

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