Eli The Baker. He rubs in salt And sifts the flour And bakes the dough In the dawning hour Eli the baker he always keeps the oven hot He bakes the village bread He wears a canvas apron and a canvas hat His loaf is crusty as a mountains head Eli the baker on fiery frosty mornings Theres a dragons head without a doubt Idris sleeps in elis oven Where smoke hills spires have all gone out Eli the baker in the hill village Tanagolch A baker and dragon make friends The proper container of bread and life And idris has a home on which he can depend Eli the baker