"Ned, bring me bread!"
is what Mother said
when she woke up on a warm western morn.
But Ned refused, for he felt so abused,
and besides, he would rather have corn.

But the wind did blow,
for that's how winds go,
and he had to go down to the store.
While dear Mother's voice gave him no more choice,
So he hurried off to the shop on Seashore.

Seashore was a road
where many a toad
had met his unfortunate end.
But despite this gloomy thought, Ned went to where they bought
everything they needed, my friend.

That shop was on top
of an outcrop
(I don't know what an outcropping is--
all I know is that it is something cropped out,
but still this story's no fib.)

Ned went inside,
and ordered with pride
a loaf of white bread with corn.
But they said they were out, all due to the drought,
and Ned left, feeling so forlorn.

"Ned, Ned, where is my bread?"
his Mother cried, filling with dread.
"They're all gone, but fear not, for the pond
is full of fish that will keep us fed."

"No, no!" Mother cried,
and Ned leaspt aside
as she leapt out, screeching from her bed.
"If you cannot buy it, I might as well try this,
this recipie for good bread."

Ned went away
for the rest of the day
and ended up back at Seashore.
A guy offered him a job (I think the guy's name was Bob),
and Ned accepted, of course.

He stocked up the shelves
with conches (y'know, shells?)
and people rushed right in to buy.
He stayed there all day, and closed right away
when he saw that it was now midnight.

He worked there
and never did care
to do any baking of bread.
And when he's made some money, he'll go buy some honey,
and change his name to something 'sides Ned.