Give me time and I will give you a cake.
It’s the greatest gesture I think I can to make.
Cake is a language
And that language is Love.
From its warm spongy base,
To the icing above.
I do quite like icing, but I quite like you more,
You’re the finest of cherries, I ever did saw.
If you were a Cake dear,
I’d eat you right up,
With the cheekiest spoon,
and the greatest of luck,
Because like Cake my dear you have my instant affection
As the greatest and finest of all of confection.