All the kids sat down for lunch,
and the mother, also Dad
during meals this happy bunch
ate and ate. But Tim looked sad.
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Oh H, I do beleave you’re flirting with me again! I hope that nobody notices, it might make them ver sick (in the head) ! This is a wonderful poem for children. Fortunately our little chap (mine and Chris', not yours and mine) will eat anything we put in front of him including olives, broccoli, pickles and even anchovies!
hate, no loath, even detest broccoli, why did you remind me?