Let me tell you a tale, it will take a moment or two
About Mrs. Dragonhelm’s cake of a dog named Doo.
She iced ol’ Scooby with brown, and a little blue
For our 4-year-old son (That’s 2 + 2).
When out of nowhere, I heard her screaming "Wooo!"
Somehow I knew. Yes sir, I just knew.
I rushed to the kitchen. "What’s the matter with you?"
And it looked like she had stepped in bit of poo.
The cake tipped over, and we just laughed, we two.
What could we do? What could we do?
So off to the market the mighty Dragonhelm flew
To get for the missus an ingredient or two.
Mrs. Dragonhelm completed the cake at a quarter til two.
And that’s how you bake Mrs. Dragonhelm’s Birthday Cake Adieu!