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Bunbury has fine doughnut trees Beside a chocolate fountain, And just outside the town you’ll find A giant layer cake mountain.

Its people are too cunning And too sweet for any use; There’s spry Pop Over, Johnny Cake And dainty Charlotte Russe.

The moon’s a muffin, and the sun A hot cake warm and mellow. Its gentle rays make Bunbury folk A tempting brownish yellow!

And when it snows, marshmallow Covers everything with icing— The houses, and the people, too, Look even more enticing.

Bunbury’s folk oft gather round Ye Coffee Ring, and tell The news about young Johnny Cake— Who’s courting Patty Shell!

Bunbury’s vaults are filled with gems For Hun Bun, the bun boy king. He has gems to burn (but doesn’t) Burnt gems are not the thing.

The reason why this little town So gay and sweet and nice is Because each cake and cooky there Was raised on Dr. Price’s!

Now one day as the cooky clock In taffy tower tolled, Flap Jack, the King’s own messenger Into the castle rolled.

“Your Bunship!” puffed the little Jack, “I bring surprising news! There is a little lad near here Too skinny for his shoes.

“He will not eat his breakfast And he will not eat his lunch. He’s lost his taste for baseball And completely lost his punch!”

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Sift dry ingredients together; add beaten eggs, milk and melted shortening; mix well. Bake on hot, slightly greased griddle until bubbles appear; turn over quickly and brown other side. Serve immediately on hot plate with plenty of butter and syrup or butter and cinnamon mixed with sugar.

Makes 24 flap jacks.

Mix rice, milk, shortening, salt and well-beaten egg; stir in flour and baking powder which have been sifted together; mix well, adding more milk if necessary to make a soft batter. Bake on hot, slightly greased griddle until bubbles appear; turn over quickly and brown other side. Serve immediately on hot plate with plenty of butter and syrup or butter and cinnamon mixed with sugar.

Makes 24 flap jacks.

“What?” spluttered Hun Bun, pushing back His sparkling candy crown; “Ho! fetch my dog! Ho! fetch my cane! I’ll catch a train to town!”

And when his cane and dog were fetched He hopped aboard the train, And in a way I scarce can guess And even less explain

Arrived at little Billy’s house. He found the boy at tea. “Hello!” cried Hun Bun, “Howdy-do!” And likewise, “Howdy-de!”

Then Hun Bun’s dog began to bark, You’ve heard of him, perhaps? He’s full of ginger and of spice His name is Ginger Snaps.

“Why, who are you?” gasped Billy Nearly falling in his plate. “I’m Hun Bun!” smiled the little chap, “The Cooky Potentate.”

“Go on and eat your supper, boy, ’Twill make you strong and fat, And fit to hit a punching bag Or swing a baseball bat!”

“Not hungry” sighed the little lad And scowled upon his meat, And frowned into his glass of milk, “There’s nothing fit to eat.”

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Doughnuts

These doughnuts are very wholesome and excellent for children. They do not contain any shortening and should be fried very carefully in fat at just the right temperature so that no grease will be absorbed. They can be served plain or sprinkled with powdered sugar after they have thoroughly drained and cooled.

2 eggs ¾ cup milk 2¾ cups flour 1 teaspoon salt 4 teaspoons Dr. Price’s Baking Powder 1 cup sugar ½ teaspoon nutmeg or cinnamon

Save ⅓ cup of measured flour for board. Beat eggs until light; add milk, then add this liquid to the dry ingredients which have been sifted well together. Roll out ¼ inch thick on slightly floured board and fry in deep fat (365°-375°). Drain well on unglazed paper. Sprinkle with powdered sugar.

Makes 30 doughnuts.

And leaning on his pep’mint cane And looking really hurt, The bun boy King called dolefully, “Why, where is the dessert?”

In rage he shook his candy cane, As will such angry kings; And roared, “It’s plain to see your fare Lacks most essential things.

“No cakes, no cookies and no buns, No biscuits—not a tart! None of the things real fellows like, Why Bill, it breaks my heart!

“It seems your mother does not know What youngsters like to eat, It surely is high time, I think, That she and I should meet!”

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Cream shortening and sugar together; add milk to beaten eggs and beat again; add slowly to creamed shortening and sugar; add flavoring; add 2 cups of measured flour sifted with salt, baking powder and nutmeg; add enough more flour to roll easily. Roll out thin on floured board; cut with any fancy-shaped cooky cutter; sprinkle with granulated sugar or put a raisin or nut in the center of each. Bake about 10 minutes in moderate oven (380°).

For Chocolate Cookies put aside portion of the dough before adding all the flour and add 2 tablespoons cocoa to each cup of cooky dough.

Makes 4 dozen cookies.

When Hun Bun spied her, he remarked In accents sharp and biting, “No wonder that your boy won’t eat, His food’s so uninviting.

“Your son wants cookies, buns and cake, And other things that mothers make.” Bill’s mother, looking apprehensive, Remarked, “But cakes are so expensive.”

“Not so!” quoth Hun Bun drawing forth A brightly colored book, “Use Dr. Price’s Baking Powder, Hereafter when you cook!”

Then Hun Bun gaily doffed his crown And with a bow quite comical, He told her, “You will find it good And very economical.

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