For my daughter’s second birthday,
I made a party cake with five little angels in a swirl of snowflakes.
I’d bought a little frosting tube for a few cents,
Made a butter frosting and a few experiments.
A pencil sketch to copy from but work to undertake,
I hurried to fix batter and to get the layers baked.
They were cooked in no time, cooled and cut and shaped,
Iced and smoothed and cooled again, for my daughter’s cake.
Now for the decorating. This is the fun.
Half in the doing and half to see what’s done.
Well now to get to it, we’ll put an angel here...
We’ll draw a pretty angel. We’ll draw an angel fair.
We mustn’t make an error. We mustn’t muss a hair.
We mustn’t make an error. We’ll decorate with care.
This cake must be just perfect. A flop I couldn’t bear!
This cake must be just perfect because my little girl
Just might remember this second party whirl.
Draw with a toothpick. Squeeze a little paste.
Make a little hair-do. Always work with haste.
Smooth a little frock. There’s no time to waste:
Cool the cake once more or you’ll have to baste.
Let it harden crisply while you do another chore.
Take it to a counter then rush and work some more.
Hurry hustle bustle across a busy floor.
Put it in the frigidaire and when you close the door
Umpteen hours later, you can relax! It’s complete!
Now there’ll be an extra special treat.
Her birthday morning’s play, my little girl was wide awake.
Her frosty cake seemed to hear a sort of world of snowflakes.