Little Eldora made some bread,
And set it to rise in a pan;
After a while it began to grow,
As only good bread-dough can.
Then little Eldora went to town
And stayed there most of the day;
While she was gone the bread got up—
When she got back it was floating up
Out of the door, and high
It rose and rose, till at last it made
A fat little cloud in the sky.
