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"Welsh Cakes"

I decided to make Welsh cakes,

Yesterday for tea,

My husband took a bite from one,

Then smiled and turned to me.

He said, I’ll tell you a story

The truest of all tales,

Of how the very first Welsh cakes

Came to be made in Wales

 

An angel came from heaven

To visit Wales one day,

She flew into a kitchen and  found

A lady in dismay.

“Don’t fret,” she said, “I’ll help you

Make cakes, the very best,

You bring me the ingredients

And I will do the rest.”

 

She placed them in a mixing bowl,

Took a sunbeam in her hand,

She stirred in fruit and flour and fat,

My word it did look grand.

In went spice and flour and eggs

And dew fresh from the morn,

She added hope and joy and love,

That’s how Welsh Cakes were first born.

 

Welsh Cakes, he said winking his eye,

Came straight from heaven above,

Delicious nectar, meant to be

An angel’s gift of love.

Light as a butterfly floating along

On a warm summer breeze.

Not lumps of Indian Rubber

That can tamp around like these.”  

by Anna Brown.