Wheat in the field and flour in the mill

Bread.
Bread! 


And so the very next day
Flora went back to her mill
And opened up her bread shop
But it seemed, to Flora's dismay, 
That no one wanted her bread
And she was left alone up the hill top.


Victoria Sponge kept on baking
With recipes she stole from Flora's notes
And Flora's heart kept breaking
As the cakes continued rising... 
And the bread... 
Became toast.