Song of the Pancake Man

I'm the pancake man,
And I do, when I can,
Eat pancakes by the score;
I bake them brown,
And swallow them down,
And loudly call for more.

I'll lay my stakes
That a million cakes
I can eat between two naps;
Then call for more,
A million and four,
Or a million and five, perhaps.

It makes me fat,
And more than that,
I'm jolly through and through;
I've been known to laugh
For a year and a half,^___
Or why not call it two

Oh, I long for a cake
As big as they make,^___
Say, fifty townships wide;
I would handle it quite
At a single bite
And stow it away inside.

^___John Edward Everett

Quillings In Verse
John Edward Everett
(Smith Center: ^___. 1912)
Pages 30-31