I Am a Cake
I am a cake.
I wonder why I have frosting.
I hear the rolling pin.
I see frosting, yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum!
I am going to cook in the oven.
I pretend I am at a party.
I feel so fresh.
I touch the pan.
I understand that I will be served at parties.
I say, “I love baking!”
I dream about birthday parties.
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