Don't trust the baker
In the strawberry pink hair
Don't try and swear!
Don't trust those baby blue eyes
He's hiding he's knives.
Don't trust that friendly smile
That could stretch for a mile.
Run run run
Run while you can
Don't accept the tasty treat
The result is anything BUT sweet.
Don't trust the baker
With the strawberry blonde hair
Step into his basement
Don't even dare!
If you do
You'll soon see
Nothing but misery
He's closing in now
This can't be good...
His eyes are turning pink
As he comes closer
Quick brain think!
Oh but look
It's too late now
You're now a tastes treat
Made by the cook.
The strawberry blonde baker
Oh how could you trust him?
He chopped up your body parts
And threw them in a storage bin.
Your a sweet little cupcake now
A omen of death.
It's really sad
That you ended up like the rest...