
Are you sure, you are not a Schiller after all? But I have to admit that your choice of subject talkes against that. Jails!? Whatever! I have to do my very best, since your muffins are really yumyumnom...
There are no muffins, like your muffins,
Everything about them is appealing,
The onions, the bacons and the mealing,
No where else I get that happy feeling,
When I am stealing ,
One or two.
There are no muffins, like your muffins,
They make me smile whereever I go,
Even with a burned turkey under your bed,
You will not be stranded or without cred.
And I wouldn't change them for a sack og gold,
Please bake me some as you me told.
Since no muffins, can be like your muffins
Hey and behold.
The butcher, the grocer, the clerk,
Are secretly unhappy men, because,
They get paid for what they do, but no applause,
They gladly did their dreary jobs good bye,
For your muffins and I tell you why,
There are no muffins like your muffins,
And I say it is so.
You are smiling when your oven is filling,
And it is thrilling,
I wish I know,
How do you do it. So how how?
You get my prize before you even started,
And without your muffins I am broken-hearted,
So please bake on, in your big kitchenshow.
For there are NO muffins like yours...