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Bread And Milk
Oh, whether in a mug
Or a little china jug,
There’s nothing in the world so nice as milk:
When you’ve got an appetite
It makes your eyes so bright
And little cheeks as soft as any silk!
I’ve heard it also said,
Nothing’s half so good as bread,
If hungry you should ever chance to be;
The miller grinds the corn,
And the baker every morn
Bakes crusty loaves to sell to you and me!
And if you ever wish
For a lovely kind of dish,
To set before me on the breakfast-table,
A basin and a spoon
Some bread-and -milk, and soon
I’ll eat it up as fast as I am able! |
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