Patty cake, patty cake, baker's man, Bake me a cake as fast as you can, I know what to put the batter in that's faster than a pan, A thick cup with a handle, and put it in an oven with a fan

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I’m love at the start, Yet I’m meant to compete. I’m served without dinner, And scored without sheet. Back and forth flying, Across a white line What am I?

I brew without flame, a cauldron of foam, where bubbles rise high then vanish like foam. When done, I release what I once held tight, where do you soak day or night?

I'm around all day, tho I get smaller at noon At night, I go away But at the sunrise, I'll be back soon