Give me donuts, sweet and light;
I can eat 'em ev'ry night.
In the morning, too, I munch
on 'em, and they're good for lunch.
Frosted or filled up with jam,
into my mouth I'll gladly cram
as many as they have on sale.
(Oh stomach, please do not me fail!)
Who cares if logos change a bit?
As long as crullers do not quit!
A baker's dozen I declare
will be the answer to my prayer.
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