Her name was Flora SpreadAnd she li

Her name was Flora Spread
And she lived on Hovis Hill,
Overlooking Baker Town
From the window of her flour mill.
The bright lights of the city
Fueled her longing to create
With the innovative bakers
With whom she knew she could relate.

She saw the cakes they cooked
And the muffins that they made
But she kept on beating her bread,
All the while feeling betrayed
That her mother left her in this mess
Of yeast, flour, and dough;
She must taste inspiration and stop
Chewing the bread of woe-oe-oe-oe-oe.

Woe-oe-oe

Down in Baker Town lived Victoria Sponge
But her cakes just weren't selling
So she knew that it was
Time to take a plunge
Into the new
And see things from a brand new view:
"And yes, young miss Flora,
I am talking to you.

Won't you come down that hill of yours
And work here in my shop?
You might have to bake
Until the ovens pop
But I need your creative eye;
With my wisdom and your innovation
Together we can bake
The perfect success pie-ie-ie-ie-ie."

Success pie
Success pie-ie-ie

Bread.
Bread!

After just one week in that shop,
Flora's business was booming,
Her creativity blooming,
And her customers consuming,
But looming on the horizon
Lay a rising problem:
People couldn't stop eating
And there was nothing that could stop them.

What was once a people
Of pretty balanced diets,
Baker Town without it's bread
Was revolution without riots.
Flora closed her shop down
But she knew it was too late,
And soon enough the population of the town
Was overwei-eigh-eigh-eigh-eight.

Overweight
Overwei-eigh-eigh-eigh-eight

Bread.
Bread!

And so the very next day
Flora went back to her mill
And opened up her bread shop
But it seemed, to Flora's dismay,
That no one wanted her bread
And she was left alone up the hill top.

Victoria Sponge kept on baking
With recipes she stole from Flora's notes
And Flora's heart kept breaking
As the cakes continued rising...
And the bread...
Became toast.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

Namanya Flora Penyebaran
Dan dia tinggal di Hovis Hill,
Menghadap Baker Kota
Dari jendela pabrik tepung nya.
Lampu-lampu terang kota
Dipicu kerinduannya untuk menciptakan
Dengan tukang roti yang inovatif
Dengan siapa ia tahu ia bisa berhubungan. Dia melihat kue mereka dimasak Dan Muffin bahwa mereka membuat Tapi dia terus mengalahkan rotinya, Semua perasaan saat dikhianati Itu ibunya meninggalkannya dalam kekacauan ini Of ragi, tepung, dan adonan, dia harus merasakan inspirasi dan berhenti Mengunyah roti celaka-oe . -oe-oe-oe Celakalah-oe-oe Turun di Baker Kota tinggal Victoria Sponge Tapi kue nya hanya tidak menjual Jadi dia tahu bahwa itu adalah waktu untuk mengambil risiko yang Ke baru dan melihat sesuatu dari pandangan baru: "Dan ya, Miss muda Flora, . Saya berbicara kepada Anda akan tidak Anda turun bukit dari Anda ? Dan bekerja di sini di toko saya Anda mungkin harus memanggang Sampai oven pop Tapi aku butuh mata kreatif Anda, Dengan kebijaksanaan saya dan inovasi Anda Bersama kita bisa memanggang Keberhasilan yang sempurna pie-ie-ie-ie-ie. " Sukses pie Sukses pie-ie-ie Roti. Roti! Setelah hanya satu minggu di toko itu, bisnis Flora sedang booming, kreativitas nya mekar, dan pelanggannya mengkonsumsi, Tapi menjulang di cakrawala Lay masalah meningkat: Orang tidak bisa berhenti makan . Dan tidak ada yang bisa menghentikan mereka Apa yang pernah menjadi orang Of diet cukup seimbang, Baker Kota tanpa itu roti Apakah revolusi tanpa kerusuhan. Flora ditutup dia berbelanja turun Tapi ia tahu sudah terlambat, dan segera penduduk kota Apakah overwei-eigh-eigh-eigh-delapan. Kegemukan Overwei-eigh-eigh-eigh-delapan Roti. Roti! Dan sangat Keesokan harinya Flora kembali ke pabrik nya dan membuka toko rotinya Tapi tampaknya, kecewa Flora, itu tidak ada yang ingin rotinya Dan dia ditinggalkan sendirian di atas bukit. Victoria Sponge terus memanggang Dengan resep dia mencuri dari catatan Flora Dan hati Flora terus melanggar Sebagai kue terus naik ... Dan roti ... Menjadi roti panggang.