Fresh or Dry: The Baker's Choice

I say fresh is the baker's dream. A little magic in the rising

steam. Soft and fluffy, it's the way to go. Dries too easy,

it's a no show. Oh, dry yeast works, it's tried and

true. No rushing out when the snow's brand new. Pop it in,

watch the dough behave. Fresh is fussy, who's got time to slave?

Oh, the kitchen's warm, the flour's in the air. But this yeast

of fate is going away. Fresh or dry? Oh, what's the deal?

This Christmas bread's got to feel real. Knead it slow, let it grow.