The ticking of the oven clock never annoys Madam Truffle While she's baking her famous goodies The crowd lines up outside the door And lets out a giant roar When she peeks out from the blinds And then opens up the store. Peach, Cherry, Boysenberry tarts And the dentist lets her Little daughter fill up her cart Baked in shapes of growling tigers And frowning Napoleon Bonapartes Madam Truffle turns the baking of pastries into an art As night descends and before she goes to sleep She must take a little peek into the shoebox she hides Behind the dresser. It's contents fill her heart with fear She will surely never throw it away, she has to look inside The box at the close of every day Birds on the windowsill always sing for Madam Truffle To help her wake up on time in the morning She stacks the goodies on the shelves So the folks can help themselves Some parents tried joke and tell their kids That she gets help from tiny elves Peach cherry boysenberry tarts And the dentist lets her little daughter fill up her cart Baked in shapes of monkey faces And Kris Kristofferson with red white polkadot hearts Madam Truffle turns the baking of pastries into an art As night descends and before she goes to sleep Shemust take a little peek into the shoebox That she hides behind the dresser She is sadly aware she will never know the love of a man for he'd be sure to find the box And would never understand. Misery and loneliness seldom befall Madam Truffle While she's baking her famous goodies
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