Once upon time a long time ago,
There lived a baker such one as you know.
He mixed his flour and baked his bread.
Cakes and cookies were always in his head.
The baker's neighbor was a different thing.
Not work, nor money did happiness bring.
Small pressure of life, he liked instead.
Like breathing the fragrance of newly baked bread.
Early each morning before opening shop.
On baker's table heavy bags would stop.
The baker he counted the pieces of gold.
And dream of riches and power untold.
The rest of what happened. You will know.
If you read the story. How it will go.
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What you read on the baker and his neighbor and the fragrance of bread.