Flour Power Rising

Flour on my shirt, it's a dusty kind of pride. Kneading through the

morning with the dough as my guide. I'm a whisk-wielding cowboy.

A baker's delight. Mixing up the magic 'til the oven feels right. Sifting dreams in

a wooden bowl. Every grain's got a story, every crumb a goal.

Oh, flour power is rising high. From biscuits to muffins,

it'll never die. A sprinkle of love, a pinch of flair.

Flour power's everywhere. Rolling pin in hand like a lasso of dough. The yeast is

my partner in this sweet rodeo. Butter's sliding smooth, sugar's calling my name.