Are the shilling bakers baking?
With the stories they are faking,
In their boots they should be shaking,
For the truth at least is breaking.
Is it shilling, is it glowing,
Is the shilling baker sowing?
Are the smelly clownshoes glowing,
With division they are sowing,
Soon the Reaper will be mowing
As the light of truth is showing.
But they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing.
"Bake with me, and you'll be, in a World of pure imagination…"