Caroling Dusk/The Baker's Boy
THE BAKER’S BOY
The baker’s boy delivers loavesAll up and down our street.His car is white, his clothes are white,White to his very feet.I wonder if he stays that way.
I don’t see how he does all day.I’d like to watch him going homeWhen all the loaves are out.His clothes must look quite different then,At least I have no doubt.