A baker's summons

 Starry skies and moonlit pies

Sweets and spices lead to demise

Cookies raised and candy frights

Bake it all into yummy pies

A cake suprise and donut cries

Helpful spite and tasty spies. 

Spellful goods for french fries

Ginger knights just pint-size

All it sleeps come sunrise

Children buys and goodies thrive

Blessings applied protect from bad guys

So come one and all to the bakery store

From fantasy dishes to bready wishes

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