Do you ever stop to ponder
And then sit back and wonder
Wonder why and how there’s a hole in a doughnut
But I know what’s what
There’s holes in doughnuts because of me
See I work in the doughnut factory
Not only am I the baker
I’m also the hole maker
Seriously I’m not nuts
I make the holes in doughnuts
My job is so thrilling
I also glaze the doughnuts and fill them will cream filling
My job is so pleasurable I come again and again
So take a big bite and wipe that gooey glaze off your grin slowly running down your chin
I take a doughnut that is whole
Push through and make a hole
Though I must warn
I use my cream horn
Well I’ve got to go
You know
There’s doughnuts to bake
And holes to make
Copyright 2004 happilydepressed
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