King Boggen builds himself a hall out of pastry, black pudding, and pancakes. A short, edible fantasy in the tradition of gingerbread houses, over almost as soon as it begins.
From Mother Goose / Nursery Rhymes (traditional). See the whole collection.
Little King Boggen, he built a fine hall,
Pie-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall;
The windows were made of black puddings and white,
And slated with pan-cakes,—you ne'er saw the like!
Public domain. Text from The Real Mother Goose (Blanche Fisher Wright, 1916), via Project Gutenberg. View the source edition