Some turn white, and others green

Once turned purple, another blue

Some change shape and I have seen them

Moving round my shelving, too

Moving round my shelving, tooTheir colour patterns shift and change.

Every day's a new surprise

They even curl up at the edges and

End up marbled like the sky

End up marbled like the skyThe secret colours of white loaves

I keep a secret in my head.

For no one else on earth but me

Is the collector of sliced bread.