Wash Yo Hands and Knead the Dough

SMELL THE KNEADED BREAD THE SWEET, SWEET BREAD MIGHT THOSE WHO HUNGER HUNGER NO MORE THE YEASTY DOUGH'S THAT FERMENTS THE SWEET MOLASSES THAT SHALL SWIRL WITHIN KNEAD MY DOUGH'S AND LET THEM RISE KNEAD MY DOUGH'S AND LET THEM RISE BAKE THEM THAT ALL SHALL HUNGER NO MORE THEIR IS A FOUNTAIN FILLED WITH LOVE LOOSE ALL THY FITH AND STAINS THE WATERS OF OF THE FOUNTAIN MOIST THEY SOFTEN THE THESE DRIED GROUNDED GRAINS