This poem/recipe book, designed as promotional material for the Royal Baking Powder Company, is set in the Oz community of Bunbury. Little Billy, who won't eat, is taken to the delicious kingdom Bunbury by King Hun Bun to help whet his appetite. Meanwhile, the King leaves the boy's mother with a recipe book for treats, made easy by the use of Price's Baking Powder.

Written by Ruth Plumly Thompson, though neither her name, nor the illustrator’s (Gertrude Kay) appears on the book.

01 - Billy in Bunbury

02 - The Recipes

Bunbury is a tasteful town

Beside a syrup sea,

Where sponge cake fish and waffle whales

Disport themselves in glee.

Bunbury’s streets are good to eat

Of that make no mistake,

For Bunbury’s streets are made, you know,

Of finest marble cake.

COCOA RAISIN MUFFINS

1¾ cups flour

2 tablespoons cocoa

5 tablespoons sugar

½ teaspoon salt

¼ teaspoon cinnamon

4 teaspoons Dr. Price’s Baking Powder

⅔ cup raisins

⅞ cup milk

5 tablespoons melted shortening

Sift together flour, cocoa, sugar, salt, cinnamon and baking powder. Add raisins, then milk slowly to make a smooth batter. Add shortening and mix thoroughly. Put 1 tablespoon batter in each greased muffin tin and bake in moderate oven (400°) for about 20 minutes.

Makes 16 muffins.

MUFFIN SURPRISES

1 cup flour

1 cup graham flour

¾ teaspoon salt

4 teaspoons Dr. Price’s Baking Powder

1 cup milk

1 egg

3 tablespoons sugar or molasses

4 tablespoons melted shortening

Mix together dry ingredients. Add milk, beaten egg, molasses, if used, and shortening. Stir until smooth. Half fill each greased gem pan. Drop in center a stoned date, a teaspoon currant jelly, candied cherry or other fruit. Add teaspoon of batter and bake in moderate oven (375°) about 25 minutes.

Makes 12 muffins.

Its fences are of pie crust

And its houses built of buns,

With frosted roofs and raisins

On the most important ones.

Bunbury has fine doughnut trees

Beside a chocolate fountain,

And just outside the town you’ll find

A giant layer cake mountain.

Its people are too cunning

And too sweet for any use;

There’s spry Pop Over, Johnny Cake