A bun in the oven they snicker of Mary
From Nazareth to Bethlehem; no time to tarry
A census is called from Caesar of Rome
Each to his town away from their home.
This town only known for a kid become king
David the shepherd of whom poets sing
The census was taken, but numbered one short
The bun’s time now done the angels report
The bun brought forth that the world might now feed.
The bread of life served to fill each one’s need.
Finally this town could claim true its name
A house of bread it was; the little bun came.
