cake on her head
She promenaded in wearing a cake on her head
This made us all laugh except dour uncle Ted
Happy birthday she sang in a high soprano voice
What did she say? Asked hard-of-hearing old Royce.
With a flourish she plunked the cake onto a table.
A distant cousin, our cake-designing wonder Miss Mable.
We were all glad she had come, and brought us this fine cake.
We gave grandpa a party, and a tasty chocolate shake.
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