She was a pastry-baker
somewhere In Croissant street,
and her nice little manners
attracted customers.
People loved to the utmost
Her puits d'amour-like eyes,
Her skin as soft as cream
and her cream-puff-like mouth
and from morning till night,
in her small pastry-shop,
She was selling little cakes
that she set just
as should be,
wrapped in some nice white paper,
Circled with a small ribbon.
While she served all her buyers,
she would wiggle so gently..
What a show it was to see
her sell her little milk buns.
One day her shop was entered
by some old gentleman,
who started ogling at her,
spotting the woman..
And to speak to the lady,
he chose to buy some sweets :
Oh, will you, please, Miss,
give me some candied chestnuts.
Looking at her pertly ,
he took two ones in his hand.
She was selling little cakes,
that she set as should be
in some nice white paper,
Circled with a small ribbon .
He said: '' I offer you, sweetheart ''
Candied chesnuts and my hot heart''..
She said: ''Hot heart, you sure have one''
"but the chestnuts are frozen''...
He sat down at a table
to have a small cream-puff.
She offered,
a variety of stuff,
insisting impishly that
he should have hard nougat .
But he, shaking his head, replied sadly:
'' At my age, oh ,you see..
''Soft butterscotch is all I have''. ..
She was selling little cakes
that she set just
as should be,
wrapped in some nice white paper,
Circled with a small ribbon.
The old man kept staring at her,
he was dipping shakingly,
in a glass of almond-juice
a tiny cat's tongue-like biscuit..
He'd been sitting there for three long hours,
She was thinking, on edge, he'd never scamper...
Not knowing what to do to unscrew him from there,
She told him angrily:
Have those crunchy cake balls !..
But he replied curtly:
I don't like dry biscuits, no..
She was selling little cakes
that she set just
as should be,
wrapped in some nice white paper,
Circled with a small ribbon.
So she told him, with a nice smile :
'' Well, my dear Sir, if you
don't like any dry biscuit,
Why don't you eat shit with it ?