I don’t need, a baker’s hand
To change the world, to make a stand
I can do do it on my own
I’ll make myself become well known
Hey, fox / what are your ills?
Do you need assistance, could you use some thrills?
“I’m fine”, the fox replied,
Leave me alone or I’ll bite your thighs”
“Come on, I can do anything
Name your woes, and they’ll be relieved”
“OK, I have an idea,
Rob a bank, and I’ll see you later”
“I can do that,” thought the cake
“Easy peasy, piece of... cake...”
I just have to find a bank
Then the fox will give me thanks
Cake went searching
Far and wide
But no bank could
His eyes find
Instead he found
A grocery store
He threw all the food
Upon it’s floor
And when the clerks
Did start to jeer
He made himself
Just disappear
Now I know, that I didn’t need
To help no one, to make a scene
I am famous without intention
Causing mayhem is my obsession
I found the fox and said “thank you
I didn’t know, I needed to
Just cause chaos, sew confusion
Messing stuff up is my amusement”
The rest of the story is predictable
Cake’s rudeness became just unthinkable
His company became inhospitable
And his attitude was plainly unforgivable