Little Jack Horner


LITTLE JACK HORNER

Sat in the corner,

Eating a morsel of nice brown bread;

"Have some pie, or some cake?"

"Nay, not I," with a shake

And a toss of his wise little head.

"For this bread will make bone,

And white teeth like a stone,

That will neither grow soft nor decay;

But rich cake and rich pie

Sure will break, bye and bye,

My good health, and that never will pay."



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