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.