StNicholas [serial] . I cant waste butter and eggs! quoth she,A queen should never do that!And the cakes, ah me! were sad to see—So heavy, and queer, and flat!They must go withoutIf my skill they doubt,The king, and the maidens fair! she cried,As she viewed her work with a queenly cakery, bakery, uppety down—. When the feast-day came, and the royal fareDid the royal table grace, The good king sate In his chair of state,With the maidens all in place,And with many a sigh they ate the pie,And the cake, with a wry grimace!Sing sadery, badery, uppety down—The crankety queen of Crinkum To
StNicholas [serial] . I cant waste butter and eggs! quoth she,A queen should never do that!And the cakes, ah me! were sad to see—So heavy, and queer, and flat!They must go withoutIf my skill they doubt,The king, and the maidens fair! she cried,As she viewed her work with a queenly cakery, bakery, uppety down—. When the feast-day came, and the royal fareDid the royal table grace, The good king sate In his chair of state,With the maidens all in place,And with many a sigh they ate the pie,And the cake, with a wry grimace!Sing sadery, badery, uppety down—The crankety queen of Crinkum Town! CT TH£R«AT©VIOS C? OVtOPATHlv* Of. MOMltjPATHVi Dr AuoWTMiy*
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