Narration: there was one who was famed for the number of things He forgot when he entered the ship: His umbrella, his watch, all his jewels and rings, And the clothes he had bought for the trip. He had forty-tow boxes all carefully packed, With his name painted clearly on each But since he omitted to mention the fact, They were all left behind on the beach.
He came as a baker but owned, when too late- And it drove the poor bellman half mad- He could only bake bridecake -for which, I may state, No materials were to be had.
I came as the baker on this escapade, I knead the dough, but I can't look after the bread, The banker does it instead, And although I never feel afraid, Somehow I know It could be the single worst mistake I've ever made, To come as the baker on this escapade.
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