We made our cake and we will eat it too
I speak belligerently at a stance
a spoken word in jest is never true
nor is withholding my cold steely glance

The tools are ours it is the job we sell
the mixings are ours and not from dark theft
sift beat bake in hot oven for a spell
those who covet ours must depart bereft

You should never take what you know we own
our cake just a metaphorical phrase
If you ask nicely with true smile and tone
words from the heart not in some teasing ways

friendly with value absolutely true
some of ours could be shared with yours and you