Lyrics:Madam Truffle

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
She must 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

Madam Truffle