Ballads for little folk . RECIPE FOR AN APPETITE. My lad, who sits at breakfast With forehead in a frown,Because the chop is under-done, And the fritter over-brown, — Just leave your dainty mincing,And take, to mend your fare, A slice of golden sunshine,And a cup of the morning air. And when you have eat and drunken, If you want a little fun,Throw by your jacket of broadcloth, And take an up-hill run. And what with one and the otherYou will be so strong and gay, That work will be only a pleasureThrough all the rest of the day. And when it is time for supper,Your bread and milk will be As sweet
Ballads for little folk . RECIPE FOR AN APPETITE. My lad, who sits at breakfast With forehead in a frown,Because the chop is under-done, And the fritter over-brown, — Just leave your dainty mincing,And take, to mend your fare, A slice of golden sunshine,And a cup of the morning air. And when you have eat and drunken, If you want a little fun,Throw by your jacket of broadcloth, And take an up-hill run. And what with one and the otherYou will be so strong and gay, That work will be only a pleasureThrough all the rest of the day. And when it is time for supper,Your bread and milk will be As sweet as a comb of you try my recipe ?
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