“Come inside my shop, little boy,”

Said the baker man.

“I can’t, for I have no money.”

“You don’t need money, son, just help me scrub the pans.”

 

The little boy walked in eagerly,

To lend his helping hand,

And he looked and looked all around

Until he found the cupcake stand.

 

With sprinkles and icing,

Delicious they did look.

He ran back to the kitchen,

And got right to work.

 

When all was done, the little boy spun,

And saw the baker standing there,

Holding the delicious cupcake,

Soon to bring him much despair.

 

He took the cupcake from the baker,

And ate it in one bite.

Then on his way out he said,

“I’ll be back tomorrow night!”

 

The baker then got right to work,

Making a fresh batch of cakes.

He knew the young boy would return,

And ultimately seal his fate.

 

The next day, when the boy returned,

More round he did appear.

The baker just held out his hand,

And said to the little boy, “Here.”

 

This went on for days and weeks,

And months turned in to years.

The little boy became so fat,

He couldn’t shed any tears.

 

“What’s happened to me?” asked the little boy,

He was distraught and confused.

“I kept making you cupcakes,” replied the baker,

“You never did refuse.”

 

“You see, dear boy, this unhealthy way,

Of life can bring you down,

But don’t you moan and groan and whine,

When you weigh 10,000 pounds.”