Quaker the Baker was peaceful and quiet,
Never the kind that would incite a riot,
But sadly this happened to him one day,
When regrettably, incredibly he started a fray.
You see Quaker the Baker was baking some bread,
When the recipe he had, he carelessly misread,
Into the dough, he placed ten ounces of yeast,
Which was nine ounces too much, to say the least.
The bread he mixed, rolled out and kneaded,
Was ten times the amount that he really needed,
So he set it on sale for the lowest possible price,
In hopes that some buyers, he might entice.
But lo and behold, by the thousands they came,
The strong and the weak, the quick and the lame.
The word did spread both far and wide,
That this was the store with free bread inside.
Poor Quaker the Baker was faced with a mob,
That when the bread ran out, the whole town they did rob.
The butcher, the banker, and the seller of books,
Could do nothing to stop these looters and crooks.
So Quaker the Baker set down to pray,
"Lord, please show me the answer, there must be a way!"
So he waited in quiet for the Lord to then speak,
And finally the Lord said, "Quaker, don't be so meek.'
"Make some cookies and brownies, some pies and some tarts,
And then pile them real high on bakery carts,
Then as you stroll your goods through the village,
Cry, "Cookies for those who no longer pillage!"
This Quaker did do what the Lord did command,
Though he never was able to quite understand.
That the secret to bringing peace to the world,
Was in the baking of a sugary, cinnamon twirl.
So Quaker the Baker won the Nobel Peace Prize,
For being so deliciously, scrumptiously wise,
In showing the nations, what can be done,
With crullers and donuts, and a hot-cross bun.