In a prehistoric dried up lake

A million years after the last earthquake

There lived a little girl who loved to bake.

The only thing she made was cake

And all she used was salt.

That's all she had it's not her fault.

Saline the Salt Lake Queen

She used a rudimental substance for

An ingredient that she could pour

Into a chalice she carved out of stone.

Her only friend it was a big black crow