Don't tell the French

If I go out now, I will catch the croissant warm
If I leave later, there will be none
It's not a very good croissant, but it's better than the small ones
Croissantakia
Don't tell the French

A bakery which hardly bakes at all
A tiny village, colourful houses, yellow walls
The same people recycling the mini-markets
The restaurants, two of which remain open

I have two wheels to get around
But I don't want to go, outside the wind is reigning
Taking precedence over the island, as it tends to
The windiest island in Greece
Oh wind, you bringer of doubt and confusion
You stirrer

It suits you, to be the regal one here
Well fitted is your position
Well fitted should be my outfit, if I were to go out
To catch the croissant, and not the croissantakia
Don't tell the French