The bakers have finished and left the ovens on fire
But a basket of bread, I have never seen higher.
Accompanied by a tub of fresh apricot spread
These breads are warmer than a freshly used bed.
Rolls and bagels and loaves of all shapes
Pumpernickel, wheat, and one filled with grapes.
Every slice releases the bread-makers’ spell
As the dining fills with such a wonderful smell.
The prince eats it all from biscuit to baguette.
Not a crumb will be left of this leavened banquet.
I believe it is time for a main course to arrive.
Cooked to perfection by Mrs. Honey D’hive.
Who lives at the end of Kesseldog Street.
She has whipped up a stew with one chunk of meat.
This chunk is not big, but is swelling with taste.
The fun of this dish is searching with haste.
Chewing through yams and sucking down broth.
Never eat this meal with the speed of a sloth.
For if you are too slow, the meat won’t be there.
Thankfully the prince does not have to share.
The prince is still hungry and starting to stomp.
It is time to bring out a breakfast to chomp.
We know this is late and should have been first
But trust us to rush this would have been worst.
The omelet is perfect with peppers and prunes.
Made from the eggs of a tamed flock of loons.
Pancakes with butter and waffles with jam
Followed by succulent slices of elephant ham.
The prince washes it down with milk by the glass
Milked from the cows that eat the best grass.
A cheese platter is coming to keep the meal going.
We must make sure that this feast keeps on flowing.
The cheeses are made from the entire world over
We have hippopotamus brie to cheddar of plover.
The tiger gouda is spicy and the finback feta is mild.
I hope these are enough to keep filling the child.