Saturday at the Bakery
1The bakery bell goes ding, ding, ding.
Warm cinnamon floats past the door.
I breathe it in and start to grin.
I'm happy, and I want some more.
2Crisp brown crusts go crackle, snap!
Soft rolls are warm and round.
Sticky icing, sweet and thick,
Drips down on the plate.
3My tummy gives a hungry rumble.
I hop and wiggle, I can't stay still.
The baker hands me one warm bun.
My heart feels full of joy.
