I see Fred
he's gettin' outta bed
could he have smelled somethin'
like fresh-baked bread?

Should I have crushed rye or whole wheat
or just a burger bun
these bagels weigh a ton

the baker's oven
the blueberry muffin
I want bread! uh-oh here comes Fred.

Couldn't he get some without using mine instead?

I said bread bread,
Chewin' around the crust now
and puttin it on my head
Shouldn't we toast it first is what Fred said.

We've got rye on the mind's-eye now
says the passionate midnight snack(er)
(with Jam!)
what you spread on comes from a jar
a loaf left to confuse, baguettes are just the ruse
for Fred. He's eatin' my bread.

cursing at him; thoughtless. bread ahead!

And the yeast it is a-rising
the bread it starts to fall
oh no i ruined it all!
The bread it is burning
and me I am learning
to bake bread! Inside my homestead.

You see black and burnt
but I see bread. Bread!
not for you

i'm thinkin about the recipe
that I just read

Said I want bread bread
I'm thinkin of shootin that darn Fred
Always, always, out of bread