Poem by Louisa May Alcott

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. For Myself Alone, I Would Not Be
2. He That Is Down Need Fear No Fall
3. From Our Happy Home
4. The Jungfrau to Beth
5. And If Your Nancy Frowns, My Lad

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