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Fell asleep on a bus in Highbury
craving for a bun and cup of tea
We met by the raisin bakes
French Fancy, my favourite cake
We met by the half moon, lemony cake
You came my way
and you offered to pay
You had a pudding predilection,
said it wasn't such a serious affliction
I was only interested in the icing,
didn't find the sponge so enticing,
til you
showed me what to do
You made me go
when you dipped it in your brew
You dunked and then repeated
to have your cake and eat it
It vanished in the liquid
and then you had to drink it
I was criticised for picking my cake apart
I was criticised for questioning how French they are
Now don't give me a funny look,
but I want to know is Mr Kipling really the cook?
Is he really the cook?
Is he made up?
Or is he really the cook?
You dunked and then repeated
to have your cake and eat it
it vanished in the liquid
and then you had to drink it
A madeleine is something I used to do
Viennoiseries were a thing to aspire to
I looked down upon them, til I ate
French Fancy, my favourite...
You dunked and then repeated
to have your cake and eat it
It vanished in the liquid
and then you had to drink it.
ahhahhah ah.