Gull Cafe is open, the little gull said
Iʼll wait to be served and I hope they have bread
The bridge has been mowed and the chairs painted pink
The table washed white, with indelible ink
We will meet at Gull Crossing, just opposite the hall
Our flag with be flying, itʼs words say it all.
Thereʼll be cream cake and sponge cake
And coffee and tea
I will wait for you there
So come sit with me
The cake it was a wondrous thing,
Cooked to perfection it’s true.
Next came a jammy centre,
And frosting to give it a hue.
Marshmallows adorned it’s topping,
The taste a strawberry delight,
The birthday boy had his every wish,
Happy Birthday, they cried, have a bite
It's bake a cake Sunday,
she said with a grin.
As she mixed the ingredients
and tipped them all in.
She whizzed them together,
set the mix in the tin.
Then she turned on the oven
and put it all in.
The cake it rose up
to a towering height
As it jerked and it bubbled
in a baker's delight
The baking tin rattled
as the cake puffed up high
We watched and we waited
as it rose to the sky
Such power and excitement
in the oven that day
When the timer called time
we all cried 'hooray'