قراءة كتاب A Little Book for A Little Cook
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اللغة: English
الصفحة رقم: 5
require only a small amount of material, but enough for success.
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This is the tale that was told to me
By a loaf of home-made bread, you see, As it sat one night on the pantry shelf— A loaf on each side of it—just like itself, While grouped around stood the pies and cakes, The good old kind like mother makes, And one and all then and there confessed That they owed their existence to Pillsbury's Best. |
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I seem to trace through the distant haze
My byegone life in the good old days; I see in my vision a field of wheat— I knew I was there that the world might eat— I drank of the showers and the morning dew; In the noonday sun I throve and grew— Grew on the verge of a sunny crest, Just as fast as I could for Pillsbury's Best. |
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And when I had grown both tall and strong The reapers came—a merry throng— And through the fields they wend their way, Just to and fro through the livelong day. Perhaps they | |
