One shape, one colour and one size,
By Government controlled?
But now all this to limbo flies;
What wonder that to-night I cries
'New—Bread—for Old?'
"Good Sir, the Baker hath a soul
And loves to make bread pleasant—
The Twist, the long Vienna Roll,
The Horseshoe and the Crescent,
The Milk, the Tin, the lovely loaf