A slice of bread said to the spread,
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"There is no Cook! I think he's dead."
"How would you know, you piece of dough?
Who mixed your batch, so smooth and slow?"
"Dear Butter, Friend, I must contend,
some yeast evolved my special blend."
"Then tell me plain, who milled your grain?"
The butter pressed him to explain.
"Please show me proof!" Bread said, aloof,
"Where is this Cook, you slippery goof?"
"Can you not see the recipe
the Great Cook made for you and me?"
"What am I, toast? Who is this Host?
Where is Cook when I need him most?"
"Bread, please think twice, by what device
did you become a single slice?"