Little Sam early morn, sung a hymn
His cup of joy was filled to the brim
But nay,he didnt brag,he didnt boast
About his beautiful chicken roast

And cakes aplenty,cups of wine
Fresh baked bread, glazing shine
Juicy tarts, and also poached eggs
‘Twas all he could do to stay on his legs

Bacon fried,deep golden brown
That’d wipe away anybody’s frown
Sausages, wurst, hot dogs and sauce
‘Twas the best morning there ever was

And milk and honey, pancakes, behold!
With maple syrup, like liquid gold
But what Sam,with his hungry  eyes, hated the most
That he worked at this bakery, and he got just some toast…