And did those crumbs on ancient plates
Fall upon Louisville’s floors so clean?
And were the birthday candles
In Louisville’s pleasant bakeries seen?

… Bring me my plastic spatula.
Bring me my egg beater.
Bring me my spoon -- the wooden one!
Bring me my flour sifter.

I will not cease from preparing desserts
Nor shall my cake knife sleep in my hand
’Til we have baked a Large Slice of (birthday) Cake
In Louisville’s warm and pleasant kitchen.