Bonta's poem reads like a small, slightly odd daydream built from fragments of the nursery rhyme "The Muffin Man," which asks whether you know the man who lives in Drury Lane. Here the speaker steps into that world, but twists it. Instead of simply meeting the muffin man, the speaker gets up early to "barber the moss of the wood," as if trimming the forest like a head of hair. It's a playful, tender image that makes nature feel like something to be groomed and looked after.
Then the speaker takes a house in Drury Lane and eats toasted cakes, "very crisp." The ending is plain and satisfied, almost childlike. The speaker doesn't seem troubled or anxious; the feeling is quiet contentment.
The mood is whimsical and cozy, with a hint of dream logic. Wood and city, work and breakfast, all sit side by side without any need to explain how they fit together.