“So, tell me, my friend, baker”, I inquired,
“Just how much do you think that portion weighs?”
“What weighs?” said Baker, looking rather tired
“The pie that, in the yonder window, stays”
“Oh that”, he said without a passing glance
“How should I know? This Baker hasn’t been”
“Been where?” I asked him, staring quite askance…
“Up there!” and Baker here served up a grin.
“You know the story, don’t you?” Baker said
to parry my most worried, puzzled look,
“up over there, or so it was I read…
you know, in that small munchkin wizard book
where fruity pastry Bakers measure mass”
and here he pointed to the cloudless sky,
“You’ve heard it sung by that young Kansas lass…
somewhere over the rainbow…weigh a pie”